Quiver

Literature -

[Filtered] poems by Josh

Spine;arching

Stupid Candy

[avonlea] -poems by Anke

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Locked in a tiny room, t o m b
4 a m
Inhalations of you.
I breathe in and I'm not neverending,
Posioned.
Scentless fumes rising from the machines.
I can't touch it but it's there.
I wish you were.
Closer.
Futile enagagements,
Pretending a brave.
Fields of flames
And something destructive in your winding unclarity.
That I,
Notice and understand.
Time flies when you're spun or obsessed or in a thought with yourself.
I'm flying without you.
On a journey to find you.
I'm finding people who don't know you, stranger.
Stranger than my contradiction.
Section 1, section 3, section 2, section 4.
Lights low, flames high.
[[[[[[[[Doors locked, doors locked.
Blinds pulled, blinds pulled.
Lights low, lights low.
Flames high, flames high.

My body, my body, my body
My body, my body, my body
My body is walking in space.

My soul is in orbit with God, face to face.
Floating, flipping, flying, tripping,
Tripping from Pottsville to Mainline
Tripping from Mainline to Moonville.
On a rocket to the fourth die-mension.
Total self-awareness the intention.
My mind is as clear as country air.
I feel my flesh, all colors mesh.
Red, black. Blue, brown. Yellow, crimson. Green, orange.
Purple, pink. Vi'let, white. White, white.
White, white. White, white.
All the clouds are cumuloft, walking in space.
Oh, my God, your skin is soft, I love your face.
How dare they try to end this beauty.
How dare they try to end this beauty.
To keep us underfoot they bury us in soot.
Pretending it's a chore to ship us off to war.

In this dive we rediscover sensation.
In this dive we rediscover sensation.

Walking in space we find the purpose of peace.
The beauty of life you can no longer hide.

Our eyes are open, our eyes are open.
Our eyes are open, our eyes are open wide, wide, wide.]]]]

-Hilary