The Flying Ship

The Flying Ship

Monday, March 25, 2019

Very Close

It's as close
As vapor
Clinging in the air
There
The place that
Still has art
All your beautiful details
The smallest seed
Of human innocence
Don't give in
Don't tell me
That
The part of you
That touches infinity
Is gone
That
All your sensitivity
Is Dulled
You can't fool me
Because hurt breeds
A longing in us
That can only be fed
By reaching out
Gently
I beg you
Speak to me in poetry
It's the language
That the void can hear
And the only thing
It can't take
Is being told what to do

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