Hate has weight, it sucks the air from this room (room for me, none for you) If there is a beggar here, may she turn away this is what we have become stitching unraveled by apathy and yes this consumerism is everywhere it is in our hearts, our heads It has replaced logic, and empathy is a lost word down the oubliette we go forgetting we hold the keys forgetting there is a window forgetting our blood, our treasure Faith is a truncated thing ending at our arms length vision blunted by the horizon. I want to cry but the meaning of words have changed dissembled by ghosts we dont recognize because all blinds have been pulled all sound has been turned off. That isnt silence. That is the future.
Posted on: Fri, 21 Nov 2014 03:15:42 +0000
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