pure rune
Misty Saturday, sunset at six. The last injection done; he shed his glasses.
He gave me life for life in return. I settle in the shallow sea
of sustenance, with his stolen spark I was to grow.I did - fed in body I recite my oath.
Fingers down the rosary, every pearl a prayer to creation. Soon
my words spill off into the waters and begin in their own ardour.They were the shadows of my mind. The daylight long snuffed out,
I try to focus. The seabed takes no anchor; the air is thin, forced stagnant.
I adjust, I shuffle. The gravity is saturnine. My reliquary tower crumbles.
Without fellowship I am lost. Lonesome, flattened, hallucinating.
I pray for the chance to stand. In soft clay, so I can enroot and sprout branches.Society is distant. I know of hearts that orchestrate their forceful rhythms.
But I have no friend but the dark, my meaning long redacted.
I lie on this lifeless glass. My religion deludes me.
The confused mass engulfing me is my recombinant instincts.
me trying to unquit poetry. hopefully my brain continues to feed me thoughts
please do comment about the vibes of it, please do not comment about technicals
inspired by another poem describing how we as humans are cells reacting to the prodding from society and we're all just an experiment kind of stuff (undersell but)
i'll read your stuff if you think you really expressed something cool/in a cool way in it
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