habitual ritualA Poem by wintre
picked up the fear and placed it
on my tongue. i used to watch my step but he says i’m gettin older now. tires that rolled harder than the stranger in the back we didn’t stop for s**t anymore. six deep in a five seat that had enough burn holes to give your mama’s mattress a run for its money. lucky, cause we’re out of cash for the third f*****g time this week; suzy only gets us so far with them legs of hers. followed music and man in green we are the children that will never be traded for gold. gray slate used to remind me of unforgiving keratin but lately it's been feelin' a little bit of home. not sure yet. never had that kind of thing before. walked to fallen red sea saw moses. turned 'round with staff said "yo check this s**t" and parted sea parted me crashed back down in twelve-bit egyptian sacrifice. woke up - what luck we can’t find the path we came by went and got some intuition in the dark. we dove into the mind of a trembling unforsaken spiral - the first time we had seen the inner-workings of conscience. eyes that see you chains that free you made us realize that these voices are the ones that come to be you. seven days in omnitopia left us feelin heaven-sent. bathing in the morning breath of earth in reimagined sunlight, i ask you if you felt it too you tell me we are the perfect enemy for god. © 2015 wintre |
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