Disruption.Loss.Home

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Disruption Blue becomes red Our feet float in a trance sustained by the unknown Unfathomed, unspoken, imbalanced Beautiful chaos — stolen, ripped, gripped, yours for the taking Stripped, yours for the making Up becomes down, sky becomes ground Ritual is fetiche, spirit bound, bone crushed Soul cursed, and culture becomes spectacle We make garments of ourselves and wear us as … Read More

A Resurrection Poem

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It will taste like ecstasy,
medicine to the bones
The kind of balm that stays in your joints
and next time you feel like a corpse, it reminds you that this is a living body

Witness

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It hurts When someone you love tells you that they´re pouring from an empty cup with you What do you mean tired? Do you find no rest here? Did I not come to you with parched lips? I dug until I found wells in us And I did not use it to put out fires I poured out cups of … Read More