#atlasconsiderationsprompt

[hangingoninquietdesparation]

Z

Some nights

you get the Lethe

and beyond the act of sleep

there is no recall

and some nights it's the Styx

some nights the current

in inperurbable forcefulness

delivers you to morning

wrapped in forgetfulness

of what the night possessed

some nights it's the Styx

some nights It's called the Acheron

who's malignant rocks and

ripping swells

take you across to hell

where the tide of mind

sits at the tiller

laughing madly

as with nightmares it viciously

waves in your face

reducing the night

to a sweat bathed disgrace

some nights it's the Acheron

some nights it's the Styx

whatever the river

that sleep delivers

that's where you will go

they take you to morning

a powerless inert body

caught in the undertow

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[hangingoninquietdesparation]

Z+

And i attract dirt and soil

and any kind of grime

on me muck arrives

as if by magic

all the time

don't dress me in anything white

for as soon as its donned

i will find a way

to stain it with some

kind of shite

i think perhaps earth

has some kind of vendetta

against me ever

being clean

perhaps that's

why i like to swim

or take a bath

and if not them

then defiantly a shower

mayhap i would rather drown

than perish on dry land

at least then

there's a chance

i might cause

people to comment

that at least i left

a nice clean corpse

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[hangingoninquietdesparation]

Y

Nothing is more violent than loving another

true

nothing will tear you apart

not just limb from limb

atom from atom

down to your sub nuclear heart

nothing powers something

nothing drives time

no one ever climbed into nothing

but sure as hell

they fell

nothing is more violent than loving another

nothing knows it's power

nothing

in silence

sings its siren song

and don't pretend

you don't hear it

for nothing is there

everywhere

nothing looks back

when you stare into the void

nothing answers

when you ask what you might avoid

nothing rides the seat of thought

when loving another

blankets all

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[hangingoninquietdesparation]

Y+

ITS THE ENGLISH WAY

Look

it's like this

you sit on the throne

and do the head of state

we will bow

but possibly not scrape

when it comes to descisions though

we do that via a vote

and allright

the bunch of clowns

that we put in to govern us

might have the wits

of a blunderbuss

but at least they are (mostly) not

named from some german clot

you do the regal waving

and dragging in the tourist dollar

we will do the actual stuff

of running the country

and all that guff

so in a nutshell

here's the deal

don't tell us what to do

and we won't revolt on you

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[hangingoninquietdesparation]

X+

Would you break your body

well

no

at least not

for the every day

the things that

will anyway

slip away

i might risk a nail

to stop a cup

or a plate

let's say

from breaking on the kitchen floor

but that's about

i think

the most

personal injury

i would endure

would i break my body

for a chance at silence

well

no

i might wager

a night or two

of tortured dreams

and wistfull thought

but not for simply

nothing at all

i might place my heart

in the crucible of love

to be rendered to dust

and then swept up

but not for an empty cup

i may throw all caution away

till the end of days

for response and communication

but for the pure white silence

of the uncaring void

that i would pay

any price

to avoid

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