if for anything
this is for the damaged
than
or then
drifting like solid glass hedgestones
like granite gargoyles perched, calm and balanced on an eave
though the voice is high
her throat is not aching.
it is sordid rotting bruised
but begs to differ with the mundacity
which lilts in debate
the same as the days you shrug off with a whimper
you are not the champion
not for anything other than no one other
the damaged know better
well enough to laugh
at refuse and cinder
discarded placenta with rolling eyes...
this is for you.
Author notes
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Comments
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your author notes: ...what?
[well enough to laugh
at refuse and cinder] --this doesnt make sense -
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the whole stanza should be taken into account. to know the value of self, well enough, to laugh at what wieghs against it. the garbage and ash created by the battle of being one's self in a world designed to challenge the stregnth and character of self. if this still don't make no sense, than refer to author's notes.
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