Broken DialecticA Poem by adornoscousinI wrote this when I was supposed to be working!
The broken dialectic
is a burnt out star where sinners with no god and with rust in their mouths pray to husks in the sky spread like marmalade over all we were supposed to become now the pathogens are sweet the rubber, industrial smells, and tired feet meet at this juncture but nothing can join there are only keys and broken fan belts in the humid air which clog the veins there is no reconciliation no enlightenment or awakening only movement without progress and cigarette butts in the garbage
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4 Reviews Added on October 10, 2021 Last Updated on October 10, 2021 AuthoradornoscousinManchester, MDAboutI am an assistant professor of education by day and a writer/artist by night. I am currently creating a graphic novel. more..Writing
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