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Some memoirs from a bad day at the office a few weeks back |
Soulquake The ground, it broke and swallowed, … it didn't take a bite I took the fall and followed, in free fall through the blight I tried to tread so tightly I longed to leave it loose Bouncing. Bounding. Brightly. Knotted, numb... neck in a noose Left suspended, hanging, too long, left out to dry, with laundry left demanding the dirty answers why Why we dance such dances? Why we make such moves? Why we don't take chances? … why we fake our truths? Lost in anxious stuttering, with truths hard to define Suffering through buffering, with white noise on the line Crossed, embossed, lost messages Fonts bold... raw, sold as seen A sign, a mark of presages, foreshadowing a dream A scheme blighted by omens, as ground it opens, draws Swallowed whole in moments, frantic from ourselves, we claw Clawing through the mind's debris, the remnants of our souls We bury bones so guiltily, we leave them in our holes Abandoned in such marrow steeped, … deep within our cores In channels fired narrow, reaped, claustrophobic, choking bores To fall within... it follows, a free fall of the soul In ground that breaks and swallows … consuming spirits whole |