Self
defense, a clutter
Tumor
in the mind
That
markets the need
For
disaster,
Plants
the seed
Turns
the pious, poisonous
Creates
machines with forbidden purpose
Is
clearing away.
A
strange dark light lifts a feather-weight table
Waiting
in good humor, places it
In
the banks of a forest fountain
Willing
to expand, accommodate, explore
Align
with the rhythm of the defenseless star
Once
and for all, with love.
Dedicated
to all my siblings who died on the streets, in the fields, with bubbling lives
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