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seeking peace
dear noisy,
stay away
this quiet shelter we built
doesn’t have time for your bad breath
so find another house to blow down
just another static wolf
seeking lost
and found in humble forest.
dear noisy,
stay away
you’re services
are no longer required.
i kept typing ‘i’
that’s how we got here in the first place
ignoring our neighbors,
seeing- but not listening
now they see the burning
yet
it’s always been on fire
not just for i
but for all
trouble shooting worldwide
they never handed out tour guides
but they should
come and save it if you could
up to no-good
losing memories like my childhood
now we livin’ bedside
sippin’ tea, horrified.
i know what took you
it’s the same poison
hurricane
demon
that lives in me
departed and took you
i wish i could have been there
to duo that beast.
find me again,
in the next
so we can dance another night,
i know,
that wasn’t your last
it is here
we saw it:
cross over the moon
bleeding dune
two shots and your out too,
just another color spectrum
close your eyes and they’ll still select
us; they said they’re mature
after we endured
and we were reassured
it was their bag secured-
chances are
the me you knew yesterday
is gone;
shifted
learned something new experienced something different saw something
unique
he might still walk and breathe the same
the tree you walk past everyday
you wouldn’t notice it everyday
but a new leaf sprouted
founded
on yesterday
i can hear you
yet
i can’t see you
cheer you
on
from a
distance
but i can’t see you
the boxed prison:
passed down and down
the one you’ve seen in books
long ago
didn’t believe it existed
yet here it is;
still around
i know you are there
and i see you
this hurts
everything
everyone’s pain
shattered glass
through a weakened heart;
only so long
before the world
fires back
what will be left
to call
home
if
if it ever was
the world is burning
the world is burning
they still couldn’t snuff it the second time
or the fifth
they never learn
that we
want to walk the same street
as everyone else
two months ago
they threw us in cages
locked away the key
hidden under
under
nothing, floating concepts
thin layer of blue fabric
and six feet apart.
two months ago
we had to re learn
what was important
how to live
self sufficiently
Saint's Muse 