I turn chaos to order
and find patterns in the ruins-
they never made out
just what it could mean
and I suppose at one time
I took that to say:
nothing-
it means nothing
but now I question the judgement
that led to the dismissal
of constellations and pyramids
of society and civilization.
I am not a tragic ending or a storm below the stirring Earth, I am not your empty vessel nor am I a glass of dirt. I have never been full...
Belonging is difficult and sometimes a battle on a field littered with bones. Those of us who never got a say in this destiny lay...
Fragments of myself fell off until I had lost them all, I had lost the soul until I was nothing but a performing shell- I had forgotten...
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