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A Poem by Sasavet

The creak of the dam refusing to break
the violet being burned by the sun
The empty field
the lone howl
The quiver of the waves as dark clouds pass
the ordinary preying beneath
The soiled letter
its bobbing bottle
The strobe-light lightning awaking the night
the thunder of breaking tables
The last grain of powder
in the corner of the bag
The skeleton being thrashed by the wind
the pen and paper in the sand
The loudness
of unuttered prayers
The abstract images that visit our dreams
the hum of the real thing underground
the ways that we craft bearable confessions
the veiled way to describe:
the gasp of degradation
of grovelling at your own feet
saying
"I should have treated you better"
and receiving no reply

© 2016 Sasavet


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Sasavet
Sep. '16

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