Here it is,
Plain speech to beseech, the lacking.
Here it is;
The sandy streams of what used to be,
The sandy dreams that used to fill,
That use to wrap the rubber belts of feed,
Breathing out the thought that came,
The sugar canes, the bright refrains,
Drifting connections of puddles blurry,
Blurry faith of dreams met not to grow.
Here it is;
Plain language for the duller kind,
The kind that trip rip off words,
That hold there own, to flow,
Demon diamonds, dream cased lullaby’s.
The rivers burnig oil spilled were are always churning.
Planetary blame, global rain,
Here it is;
Your heart shattered moon glass, sun flares burning,
A burning that forsaked you,
A forsaken glory that betrayed you.
And when its here blank faced and bleeding,
Everything we use to be,
Every corner we use to flee,
Blood blood, the truth the past,
The glory of the gun to head,
Skull bones and miss-begotten youth.
The trust of a witch manipulation
On high.
Here it is.
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Submission Name: Here it is
