Bad Words
Saying things off
Truth in our seperate seats
Filled with everything
Sharing nothing
Shaded, dull, fake
Leaves of grey anonymous plants
Empty records reveal
The ordinance of silence
Pretty character of
A different story
Only canons speak
Between our galleys
Dry gunpowder and
Stupid sparks
Kill
Even as they pump blood
Every laugh is a recording
Every thought is a charity
Every moment is spent longing
For a return to sleep
We don't know what we saw
We can't wrap heart around it
Blinking we go
Invisible grocery shopping
The supermarket is a church
Alters are freezers
And in the morning sun
This is no place to be
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