It
wasn't ex machina
It
wasn't in the stars
Nemo
may impune laccessit
it
wasn't near or lost
it
wasn't found or far
When
I saw a lampost
I
would look for purity
When
I had a haircut
I
would look for bends
It
wasn't even cautious
There
was no blunt incision
Pluck
has golden forceps
Murder
me
I
don't want no restrictions
Trolley
boom latex
Covered
in snow
Time
for strict oblivion
Let
my people crow
Come
with me
Like
a river
Come
with me
Wet
as nectar
Come
with me
Transcend
the vapid
Exegesis
of the known
It
won't be dark and lonely
It
will be silent though
We'll
all be there if only
Radioactive
after-glow
It
wasn't new and shiney
It
wasn't half sublime
To
me it was a ripple
Flowing
with the light
To
me it was a trickle
Sewing seeds of flight.
summer 2017
artwok irina savina
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