heavy the tomb of tomorrow

i dream i beg another day
silent night inside this skin
i poke the plastic with my eye
so i can see the were-within
untaxed, devowed, rendered useless
in a world that values pride
devoured, unfound, this simple life
this simple life that hides inside
every day i am waking up
wonder how i got here
step into feet that feel
one bit cold, one bit queer
feet that dance in remission
under sky that weeps and moans
hands that hold a tired soul
smiling at skin and bones
desiderata absolute breaks like hearts
and floats away
heavy the tomb of tomorrow
as our eyes greet new day.


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