the last day will be the best
unlike the first
which started it all
& with growing unease
i'll make
the
days
go
away
like bees floating on a nuclear breeze
it's odd how things twist
the way that they do
& my singing eyes
like dragons erupting in my blood again
i've built fires
with better pyramids before
& the flashy little spheres
that go in your ears
are resting
in the cupboard
with your tears
there's a fear in knowing
that one must know
how to proceed
especially when the only direction
one seems to encounter
is
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Submission Name: the nuclear breeze
