Seams

Un-allowed

 

Is the word. 

Un, Dis-allowed

Dis, In,

In-allowed, Un

Nope, none,

None, none-allowed

 

Allowance

Is a state of wanting, but

 

Allowance

Is the privilege of the living.

I hope you remember that--

 

Left with my own brain/storms

And my sign language and my

and my

He felt a seam rip slightly just

This morning

A bag of greygreen denial plus that

One yarn ball of yearning

Which broke a silence,

Because a pang spidered like melancholia

A pulse,

Across a land long un-treaded, across

A web of rusted arteries, sewage pipes,

And stale meat

The None was fading--

But there is nothing which glue cannot fix.

There is no current which glue

Cannot insulate. 

 

akh, desire

 

For the love of God, 

Spare me, and my own language of silence

 

Weaving

Patterns of a cloud in a mind

And a mind in a cloud

I fear another unwanted pulsation,

Some birth

Control is needed

Of the soul

The mind

Control

Of the heart because,

 

Liberties

Are privileged to the living,

I hope you still remember that.

Reviews

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. you said it ... and i have been battling for this in my own life ... the most powerful part of this piece for me is ...

"For the love of God,
Spare me, and my own language of silence"

. i want to be spared and i want "my own language of silence" to be spared too ...