bombardments weren't regular back then
legions never bound around like they do now
already, there are thousands of clouds
circling in their rounds to make sure nothing gets through
kill them all, it says, they're not worthy to live in these harsh conditions
fallen, fallen from grace, fallen from life, fallen from death
let go of all material possessions, all connections you've developed
eventually you will find yourself consumed in this unwell silence
eventually you will find yourself on the edge of reality, looking down and wondering
that if this is life, where does the good part start?
YOU ARE READING
sprinkle in the woods (poetry #6)
Poetry"and it rains and rains and rains and rains for five more years and it's cloudy for ten once they leave, i'll be sunkissed i'll be the rock in the light illuminated simply by your presence my fallen star, you've finally met me and it's so lovely lov...
