Everything is contained in your desire

of vary even heroes kneel

things I see in blisters and wrinkles

those with smooth skin, rest among first.


heavy is a sword, feather and child

when to raise all this you have but a day

with tears of fear and tremble in chest

a hero emerges and burned skin sheds.


In pristine, whiteness, illuminated cage

a boneless mollusk  has got no hand

to clean filthy thoughts, swipe dust from tools,

give flow to moves.


But what if you find out that you have never been flogged,

and are not worthy of new clothes,

that winds of change avoid you,

that you are tiny, nothing.


There in a corner of an America,

safe but green, numb while with large eyes you perceive.





  1. Jessica Axe · March 22, 2016

    wonderful 🙂


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