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Morning/Mourning

Mine

            Eyes throat mouth and
            Hands connect into
            Lines and points

Oversworn
         
            Disembodied emails of zeros and
            Ones and zeros being
            Alive with the musings of
            Innocent Pheromones

Rapture

            2:00am minds explode
    Wrapped in
          Each other

God-like

    Yellow Bell
    White noise
        These
    Arrhythmia in unison

Apocalypse

    Both looking
    Through the same
    Keyhole
    Nothing there but
    Dark

Numb

    Bulletproof chests
    And 16-Ton weights
    And the world
    Is as light as a feather

Author notes

The site screwed up the layout of the poem. That's why the last few stanzas are all weird.

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  • Street Spirit
    May 23, 2007

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    I'd be lying if i said i understood a word of this. It's cool though. Yeah. I dig it. Fly. I'm a little tired... sorry.