Poetik Violence
POETRY: Everything I Think But Do Not Say
Monday, May 17, 2010
FATHOM THIS...
He lets us CRASH so that we can LIVE
Our legs he BREAKS so we'll want WINGS
Our lives like glass, SHATTER to the ground, for us to FALL on our knees
Dangling over the edge, he catches us in HIS hands, when OUR hands give out
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