awakening #3A Poem by Nobody.mind claw
finds purchase in the love mud
sifting pirated
remnants figure and
fiddle with shaky variables until blue
turns to black
math
leaves a sucking wound (a sleepy cigarette
burn in a Confirmation gown)
most
likely truth
would rather remain buried
most
likely it has all
been conspiracy
most
likely I’ve never
known what the
f**k I was talking about © 2013 Nobody.Reviews
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