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The instant of falling
The instant of knowing
Knowing the dirt
Knowing embrace
Embrace the air
Embrace the blood
Blood on my knees
Blood of my father
Father in heaven
Father help us
Us who have fallen
Us who know
Know the pain
Know the sorrow
Sorrow for naught
Sorrow is but
But for the daybreak
But for bruised flesh
Flesh giving way
Flesh of an orange
Orange peeled
Orange sliced
Sliced so finely
Sliced so thin
Thin like paper
Thin young wrists
Wrists of plaster and
Wrists of steel
Steel wool on kettles
Steel yourself for
For the daybreak and
For what lies ahead
Ahead she forges
Ahead he is running
Running so fast
Running to win
Win or lose
Win for nothing
Nothing is safe
Nothing will stay
Stay with me
Stay an hour more
More than I can give
More is never enough
Enough of that my lord
Enough of the silence
Silence is safety
Silence is death.
death
safety.
This is called a blitz poem. It is about nothing in general, but it is strangely cathartic. I recommend you write one immediately.
