Acting as embryos
We tongue time in days and weeks
Speaking with the utmost importance
about something
that hasn't even been named yet
But I am here.
And I am alive and my heart is beating
And I feel it like a weight
A stone sitting in the base of this organ
Dragging it out so slowly
Tortuously, to core out
The weight of what I’ve done
To create a space so hollow
That only the echo of its beautiful rhythm remains
And Men play act juvenile Gods
Exacting sick justice
Or terrible revenge
Something to make their hearts race
To feel the weight of what they’ve done
Or what’s been done
Subside, to justify something
And who even cares in the end, what it is?
Or what it was?
It is all in moments
In days
In weeks
Months and years pass and
who even cares?
There is only here and now
And the reasons had aren’t the reason we have anymore
And holding on to something like sand
Something like time and moments
Is so God damn ignoble
Ignitable like Judge and Juror
Hunting for witches
Bewitched by the moonlight
Tricked into chasing skirts
In the search for morality
Searching for something that has a name
And about sixteen different meanings
Different reasons for the same sixteen stories we all tell
When we are caught being human
That nasty thing so reliant
On moments
So reliant on names, when half the time
Identity is the most indefinable word
In the Human language
But I am here.
And I am breathing
And my heart is still beating somewhere
Lost in the space where my stomach should be
As it makes its hollow way through my human core
I have always loved swimming
The way the waves rock your body
And leave you feeling slightly off balance
The way that balance is so easily restored
Because after all,
I am in control of my legs
The way a head and heart can swim though,
I am not a fan
The way a body can treat it’s organs
Like the ocean treats its dead
The way arms and legs can turn to sand
And hearts can turn to little fish
Consumed by the rocking waves of
A brain consumed by moments
By days
By weeks
By months and years that hold the promise,
The key to all sixteen stories
About what it means
To be here.
And I am here.
But I am here.
And I am alive and my heart is beating
And I feel it like a weight
A stone sitting in the base of this organ
Dragging it out so slowly
Tortuously, to core out
The weight of what I’ve done
To create a space so hollow
That only the echo of its beautiful rhythm remains
And Men play act juvenile Gods
Exacting sick justice
Or terrible revenge
Something to make their hearts race
To feel the weight of what they’ve done
Or what’s been done
Subside, to justify something
And who even cares in the end, what it is?
Or what it was?
It is all in moments
In days
In weeks
Months and years pass and
who even cares?
There is only here and now
And the reasons had aren’t the reason we have anymore
And holding on to something like sand
Something like time and moments
Is so God damn ignoble
Ignitable like Judge and Juror
Hunting for witches
Bewitched by the moonlight
Tricked into chasing skirts
In the search for morality
Searching for something that has a name
And about sixteen different meanings
Different reasons for the same sixteen stories we all tell
When we are caught being human
That nasty thing so reliant
On moments
So reliant on names, when half the time
Identity is the most indefinable word
In the Human language
But I am here.
And I am breathing
And my heart is still beating somewhere
Lost in the space where my stomach should be
As it makes its hollow way through my human core
I have always loved swimming
The way the waves rock your body
And leave you feeling slightly off balance
The way that balance is so easily restored
Because after all,
I am in control of my legs
The way a head and heart can swim though,
I am not a fan
The way a body can treat it’s organs
Like the ocean treats its dead
The way arms and legs can turn to sand
And hearts can turn to little fish
Consumed by the rocking waves of
A brain consumed by moments
By days
By weeks
By months and years that hold the promise,
The key to all sixteen stories
About what it means
To be here.
And I am here.
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