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Temporal Transfix Pt. 2

Temporal Transfix Pt. 2

*A work of ten parts originally

2:

Suppose linearity a hoax,

that time spins around the world

Overlapping shifting strings 

until the circles link and chain, 

Entrapping today on either side.

Were you aware ghosts

Were merely echoes

Of past, replaying

And engaging

The present to construct

A more shattered future?

Perhaps her echo

Lies in the…

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[thingsunspoken-blackfeminist]

Death of Authors

Death to me

For I choose a sleep

Of ages, the breed

All gods succumb to.

Fear may come to shrinking

Hands, but the pen swims steady

Between skinny blue waves

Of paper.

Symbols splatter

By my blood, wrenched free

From dying kidneys and aged

Livers have power to resurrect

Far out in tepid futures.

Lasting pen, my sister

Give the living gift

To written…

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Zeitgeist

Adam lies dead

And Eve retreats to the garden

Where the bunker waits.

The world spills over

Not for explosion of a star

Or for implosion of a core

But for clumsy evil born

From her depths.

Cast iron thistles circle

Free lands and prick ruined hands

Covered in muck, blood, grime,

And ownership lakes recognize

Up in lone star plains.

Children herd heavy stools

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The Final Throes

I know it’s over when my girl tosses a look

over her shoulder as she struts out the living room

and there’s no slow drip of love-sweet syrup drenching

my gut, that sticky mood that would rot my gums

by a single thought. my girl glances my way, eyes winking

and dead, and I know it’s over.

It's over, I conclude, when she slings an arm

around me and the fizz in my fingers…

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