Monday, April 10, 2017

Immortality



when you find yourself in paper bags strewn across the sand
small cupcakes locked inside the pantry
tell us who will eat them?

the tiniest of dwarfs spoke to me about big things like sailing the sea and
looking for lost treasure
I looked at him and laughed, because I knew the secret,
they always fought for gold that had already been sold,
the highest bidder who slept while they walked their dogs and spoke of the Wild Ways in
which we lived today.

Sort the papers out
looking through the looking glass and seeing nothing but kaliedoscopic lights and
some sugar on the other side, whos to say who will have the last laugh?
clear your throat while they prepare to speak, it shall be all or nothing
we cannot stop now
this our time
will wash away doubt of action and rebellion



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