I’m awake in war
And I am a wreaked force
Trembling first
Fiercely cutting, cut down around other towns
I am amassed and destructed
Concealed, Forgone, fragmented from peace
Filigreed, fractured, composted coccyx
I was once that khenpo, so canvassed
Now so low, harassed bowed and arrowed
I will remain masterful
Whilst face down in embers and cinders
Lying on the roof
Lying in the palate
Costal movements breed costal crewmen
The cost of life
Lines in the mind
Spliced trim trampled thin, the accost and tossed
Oh can we all call for peace
Fierce feet
Burning eyes
Cambered hearts
The artists of war
Make it end for the insignificance that circles around the earth
Interred and finalized
This is burial
Mastered burial
Many lives
Many minds
Emptied
For what?
The allies and archways,
Heavens in the dirt
Pissed off and burnt
Choices made for mantis prey
This accident
Lo fi occident
East meets west in a burst of blame
Insistent in cane sugar, tea stains, fuck you
First world comes first
From first comes last
In phrase comes filth
But in this truth, more than mist
Miss world, be brave
Incarcerated, beauty bound,
Duty?
Still not found
Oh say what you will
Minds may love
And minds make plenty,
Scare tactics in tic tacs
Buy it all, but sex for naught
The five noughts, salary versus shawl
Oh skip me a beat
We will all be lying in our beds one morning
Causing for mourning
Bruises running like shoulders shunning
No you may not
You may not
Soak up your eyeballs and emptify
Pontificate
Disestablish
Do what you need to
Disarm
Broken bombers, rusted round curses
No need no care rarity
Rarity is a thing bound by air
And high up here,
The skies let us know we will be free
Heaven, the muster of minds
Minds
So cambered like this mountain edge
Bold like insects controlled
And dreaming of the future
Destined for the past
Code broke
So ends life
In a shift
Suddenly, smoothly?
Smothered in affection
Mothered in affliction
Only know this:
No one knows what’s next
No one knows,
Hexes
True heat
Gifts given
Gall bladders
Soaked sun
Young guns
Empty hearts
Mixed up confusion
When I come to
It will be to life again
After death is after meth
After dead is after life
After all is dirt
And no more will instant values be dusted off
Dust to dust forgot
That dust is cleaned by shant and must
No fuss
Just dead comprehension
Fiveness is oneness
Oneness is nilness
Nilness is stillness
Always near
Close whispers
Closed eyes
A good night
Without fear.
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