13
Sep
16

(New Bluestare p-o-e-m) This is your moment

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So many shapes absorbed by their own shape

Everything about you and yours and you would not notice the ‘other’ you if it sat on your stretched 3d printed image of you

Yawn.

(A pissing ant still leaves a mark of something)

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Wrecked and drifted, abuse in the echoes of surrender, from those with nothing left to give

8*^/ was the only code you left for us to decipher as if we gave a

Lift to a stranger and discovered who we really are.

With my veins I am reaching for the light

Stretched beyond the shadow of shapes made by you

Blistering the smooth pattern of our complexity

As if your anti-love proves that you love too.

Wrecked and drifted, abuse in the echoes of surrender, from those with nothing left to give

8^*/ was the only code you left for us to decipher as if we gave a

Life to a stranger and discovered who we really are.

Who we really are

 

 

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