In this little box of favors
Dawn and moon are aquanted with three pillars
Being the only allusions left
made of stone and everlasting, this temple clings to the world
The cities all go up around her
The trees never falter to stand their ground
and for reasons I can't explain
painting the porch
is natural to me
Take the form of nudity
and allow it to manifest it's true form
unguarded
unblanketed
A soldier with no shield
The wind moves swiftly though the seasons
The ocean turns over in his sleep
The world turns and floats around in space
Breath on the back of your neck in spring
A gentle wave of brilliant blue affection
An idol held high on the nape of the universe
I see wars and corporations setting fire to
the copy of politics
only a reflection of desires, integridy, greed
the root of evil is a square plus b square equals c square
numbers
possesion
property
all men are created equal under God
yet,
The wound doesn't exist without the wounded
slaves are no better or worse than their man
What a ridiculous picture we paint
a tiny civilization on the tip of a needle
the head spins
silly people looking in the mirror
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Submission Name: The Bird
