The omens move without words
Like water
Across the sky
From the East
Fire in the mouth
And from the ending
A new beginning
A broken bow
Gods do not need to speak
They give us sin
And we run with it
And pass it to the generations
The masses
Always been touched
Original
Cancerous
The cost is shapeless
But it has such weight
Without size
But infinite in volume
Caught up in the clouds
And unspoken
Tangled up like roots
In the trees and in the ground
A touch of the divine
Hair white
A burning conflagration
Against a red red sea
Irradiated
We wait for devastation
To be undone
By second sons
Torn up atom by atom
Spilled out insides
Ghosts with nothing to fathom
Dry rust against the tongue
In time loss,
Brain lost
In lust
Pretending to be more than animals
Let us turn and redact
Voices born again
Miracles are in the making
Industrial, no light, no magic
Wind Westerly
Little left to say
Except to explain how
I became
One of Them
Whistle and I'll do a trick
Or treat myself
To lying
Down
Crashing into lungs
Dysfunctional internal
See colors and not kinship
Rain clouds instead of help
Left dancing
Trying to cast off the burning
Underbrush
And talking heads
Etching epitaphs pre-faded
Firstborn laid by the riverside
Adrift without a name and
Forgotten
Lamentation
Connect each dot
Let trauma light up
Each permutation, run
Searching for unleavened water
Far too many cons
Claiming to be pro
Life
Crawl out from where I never meant to
Wake up again
In a darkness still so untapped
On a dying planet
Gods do not explain the plot
Instead we fill unhealthy gaps
With the unearthly as
The plod thickens
The heart quickens
But I've never had
A torch that I could drop
All the same the fires go
Out
Infectious I hum
Buzz like an insect
At the intersections
Firmly chaffed
Burning fast
Drawing a blank card
And with only time remaining
To depart
Caught in barbed patterns
Broad tropes of how I was roped in
To becoming
One of Them
Into shape
From cross-hairs
Into plowshares
Melted down
Marked for judgment
A day for rejoicing
Recalled
The sound of trumpets
Let this river be a lesson
No mouth to feed
Or wrath to feel
A closed loop
Lifelong committed
To a voice omitted
But there's been murmurs
The walls have ears
And eyes and ayes
And fucking mouths
And mounds and mounds
As nothing mounts
Claw your way out
Migration patterns
North
Into the cold and flat
Flattered by the compliment
Of a kiss
Inside
A dream you had
That is something you can't replicate
More vivid
And more full of
An empty dread
It clings here, webbed
This narcissistic silk
And these threadbare
Self-indulgences
Still Southbound
Thinking
Out loud
Doing
Everything to keep Egyptians buried
Make your mind haven, not heaven
Kept non-prophet
The rest is out of hands in
Pockets, kept to yourself
Where secrets are useless
And lights are turned way down
Lest you forget you are
One of Them
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