Cold Fusion of TonguesA Poem by Evilhappy write please read and enjoy speak as one, unified no matter, you say death of a butterfly, justified secession from Heavens, ratified Cowering behind divine intervention children in their towering mud creations ever closer, mortal fingers scraping skin just below, judged in their harmonious intentions near enough to condemn them all under the blanket of one sin, your Ziggurat, a layered city wrapped around a societal invention, determined to climb, rats in a maze, all of their days they give to meet their maker, unaware all along, what gods do to towers a race that all understood and lived together, confounded and cast many separate ways for the ambitions, or no reasons at all, they had to trifle with superstitious powers humanity dreams kindling for angels at night so the sun may burn it beneath its rays nothing admired, wanted, loved, desperately hoped for or desired really stays Etemenanki, a place and time on earth that could not be you have everything, everybody, do you know if you're happy? You've never been tested and brag that you're strong-willed you'd starve for attention before your loved ones, gilded, jaded, know your stubborn hatred can't be killed are you happy, one foot in the grave and three feet from the abyss, is this what it feels like to be fulfilled? Fried wires burning through traumatic, relapses reminding unkind synapses to ignite like wildfires no caps, music that echoes elastically through hallowed halls, sensory demands that snap-back like they're played on rubberbands, we rise to their demands, every tower falls, electricity in the adrenal glands, eternally juggernauts on the sands, ziggurats you can hitch the Hindenburg to, Shenandoah and the Challenger too, hopes for the literal and metaphysical ascension of man, swatted bricks by the tricks of a frightened, lesser-than, humanity is what? Being, knowing what it is to be, seeing, believing, surviving, a brain inside a skull that can't comprehend, stones on either end of a shelf for the Encyclopedia Humanitas, Alpha and Omega, where the books begin and where it ends without it you're nothing but a bag of meat driven solely by appetite and agenda; a toolbox full of contacts you call friends without them you're chemical actions peeling back friction, a fraction, catching a picture of the traction that glitch in the matrix of a matchbox resurrection, strikeout, your dead son and I play pretend Defiance is second nature to second nature, which is science industrialized, militarized, the taste of copper in your throat the Titanic sailed and sank, but they can build a bigger boat do we court disaster, titans of machines, conflict and reckless responsibility for our Mother Earth? When the bill comes due, unless other planets have been broken in too, we pay it all back in detriment or betterment for our place of birth. © 2020 Evilhappy |
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Added on December 17, 2020 Last Updated on December 17, 2020 Author
EvilhappyWaco, TXAboutI'm a garbage person, I live in Texas. I love writing and everything I know about it I learned by doing it on my own. Frequent uploads and majority of work here: https://www.deviantart.com/evilhappy.. more..Writing
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