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The fragility of a human being<\/span><\/p>\n Is paraplegic frequencies only the broken bones strained deaf can sing<\/span><\/p>\n Only the whittled stems and twigs of lazulite stars know what it\u2019s like to be stepped on<\/span><\/p>\n Only those who are still standing, suffering, have collapsed<\/span><\/p>\n Stillborn bodies of old men who can no longer wander are plastic daffodils in the darkness<\/span><\/p>\n I am a moth to a flame<\/span><\/p>\n An insect called life, that clings to the flesh of blackwater velvet<\/span><\/p>\n The veins of moonlight that strum the voice-box in my head<\/span><\/p>\n If only ever in silence will you hear me<\/span><\/p>\n For I have never bled<\/span><\/p>\n Reaching, awakened from my epileptic madness<\/span><\/p>\n As the starlight shimmers the little feet that cannot hold the weight of dawn falling like an angel<\/span><\/p>\n As we all burn like the sun<\/span><\/p>\n In our frozen hearts, our native tongue, dying young<\/span><\/p>\n The only thing that is passing is new picture frames<\/span><\/p>\n Of times when old ones fabricated mavericks from hibiscus<\/span><\/p>\n And crafted angels without wings, glimmering shadows<\/span><\/p>\n That were never meant to fly<\/span><\/p>\n Were we ever meant to be?<\/span><\/p>\n You and I<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n On the feathers of dried rose-petal sediment<\/span><\/p>\n Speaking steel whipping the backs of our tongues choking on existence<\/span><\/p>\n Vomiting words<\/span><\/p>\n That I never wanted to hear<\/span><\/p>\n Like the sound of rust on the hinges of my soul\u2019s doorframe<\/span><\/p>\n Locked behind my ribcage<\/span><\/p>\n Did I have anything to say to you, in the first place?<\/span><\/p>\n The dead men are still alive<\/span><\/p>\n I wonder if they never wanted to have heard anything I have said<\/span><\/p>\n With their knowledge of empty full moons<\/span><\/p>\n Without their hearts beating the devil out of the aurora of dusk<\/span><\/p>\n The dwindling douse of flesh<\/span><\/p>\n Whittling away as the bones sing of broken vows to solitude, kindling in the wind<\/span><\/p>\n I was never alone<\/span><\/p>\n I hear nothing<\/span><\/p>\n It is beautiful<\/span><\/p>\n I am repeating myself<\/span><\/p>\n Every empty breath is rhyming through the jaws of this ocean above our skullduggery<\/span><\/p>\n The cloudy scalpel cutting through sunset<\/span><\/p>\n The ruthless rhythm continues, in the sunlight of another dark star\u2019s scapegoat to the clockwork\u2019s octaves<\/span><\/p>\n The fragility, impulsively carries on the fragrance of insanity, upon the backs of hours<\/span><\/p>\n Buried in the dirt of seconds<\/span><\/p>\n Flowing with the river of minutes<\/span><\/p>\n Under the wax of a shapeless world<\/span><\/p>\n We are all abstract castaways in the inkblot gifts of mannequins clothed in the madness world\u2019s apart<\/span><\/p>\n Dreams of threads cut through the distance<\/span><\/p>\n Like the dawn cuts through a nightingale\u2019s war-cry<\/span><\/p>\n I am at peace with my battlefield<\/span><\/p>\n The fallen are still standing strong as the foundation of our lives<\/span><\/p>\n May we never rise above that suffering<\/span><\/p>\n Silence double-crossing the nothingness that was always something ordinary<\/span><\/p>\n Something broken in a way that still ticks like a heartbeat<\/span><\/p>\n So mangled that it\u2019s more human than it used to be<\/span><\/p>\n Scribbled in such clumsiness that it could be said it was perfectly whole as a jigsaw puzzle<\/span><\/p>\n So beautifully without grace<\/span><\/p>\n So lovely that only an ugly picture could capture in its broken arms<\/span><\/p>\n Limp as a corpse that smiles on our memories of their lives<\/span><\/p>\n Gone stagnant, but still growing under the skin of our past<\/span><\/p>\n Wrinkled with smile lines, laughing with death, over the fickle fleeting monster called life<\/span><\/p>\n Part 2, Shattered<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n But I am forever just pieces of a whole separated in hatred<\/span><\/p>\n That shattered like cardiovascular Rorschach’s in the nightshade barricade of the civil war of sorrow within the world of my embryos tornados memento of celestial metallurgy<\/span><\/p>\n And even my cadaver has sharp edges, verses of purgatory torrent agoraphobic<\/span><\/p>\n So don’t cut yourself on my pride, ribbons I wear like memories on the straightjacket sleeves of a family that passed me by<\/span><\/p>\n While my hands that write eulogies on a dead heart’s perjury<\/span><\/p>\n Still beating,<\/span><\/p>\n Ember’s of incendiary hurricanes let me turn the lights out and tuck you in<\/span><\/p>\n Mangled ensembles of broken wings<\/span><\/p>\n Battling the stratosphere with the metabolism of an avatar<\/span><\/p>\n Behind the bars of word’s<\/span><\/p>\n A prisoner that sings symbolism, invisible to stabbing avenues of cataclysm<\/span><\/p>\n That made me fragile as paper cuts on the wind flowing like the pages of a broken spined book opening like a lead flower<\/span><\/p>\n Smudged with silent words flying the ashes of a pacifist like a flag of insanity<\/span><\/p>\n Never heard by the bastard of a moment giving birth to redemption<\/span><\/p>\n Adopting pain, divorcing reason, reinforced freedom, bulletproof semen<\/span><\/p>\n The abortion of a child chained to a machine called Torment<\/span><\/p>\n A fiend of psychopathy’s rapture<\/span><\/p>\n Crafted from the sapling of god’s onomatopoeia<\/span><\/p>\n Only in the flames, can I let you go with the smoke in the wind<\/span><\/p>\n Burning out like a flicker of hope<\/span><\/p>\n Dwindling obsidian daydreamers of chaos, lost in Holocaust<\/span><\/p>\n Sinning infinity virgin to the curtain roll<\/span><\/p>\n Hanging from the soul of a telephone pole<\/span><\/p>\n Part 3, Pragmatic Fragments<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Let me flip the world upside down so you can level with me<\/span><\/p>\n And get high on the divide between self and apartheid sacrifice<\/span><\/p>\n Cause your head\u2019s in the sky like a death scythe<\/span><\/p>\n Ripe for dilapidated afterlife\u2019s magnum opus<\/span><\/p>\n Metamorphosis of intercoursing osteoporosis of cloudnine\u2019s satellites<\/span><\/p>\n Like meteorite transceivers of intravenous double helixes<\/span><\/p>\n Reaping Olympian photosynthesis like pragmatic fragments<\/span><\/p>\n As they avalanche shattered glass psychosomatic amalgamated glaciers<\/span><\/p>\n Of chandelier immaterialism\u2019s prisms of ethereal rhythm<\/span><\/p>\n Imitating motivation infinite ricocheting hieroglyphics<\/span><\/p>\n Abyssal infentesimo deafening requiem<\/span><\/p>\n From the sky of formaldehyde<\/span><\/p>\n Saying goodbye to the grindstone gears of sunlights\u2019 blight<\/span><\/p>\n Shuttered shadows tight with indecipherable poltergeists<\/span><\/p>\n On the 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