i laid my weapons down
&expected the earth to come to a halt
so i could step off & learn
what it should mean to live
underneath the sand
i heard the echoes of voices
which have long since escaped vocal cords
now lying in a disheveled heap
crumbling beneath numb fingers.
to die is to unclench your fists
& explode into a life-full fury
the freedom that burns nearby stars
&causes the moon to raise up
galaxy-encrusted hands to her eyes
shielding herself from the whiplash.
through the confines of everything mortal
i am only permitted
to write such things.
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