PoetrySeptember 20, 2007 6:44 pm
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lining windows and curb sides(stop)
bottles are being emptied by singles(stop)
(a reach for brightness and a push
to become yer own god)(stop)
humans can feel alone with
wrong translations of the
good book. book. book.
we all know that it's all the same
story told in a million ways
passed through learned noise
patterns that we label as speech
we are derivative(stop)
in a church on sunday she learned her sins
and imagined that god was a big bearded man
sitting on top of a cloud and looking down
on his experiment that he named human existence
later she decided it was all a lie and left
it abandoned on her mother's doorstep
now she looks up to the sky and sees the space
beyond the reaction of the atmosphere to ocean water
and she knows she is one god among many
chaos can create destiny
as can one human being created
at first an obsolete to become one
among many others in a throng
of voices and stories and
human experience of connectivity
lining windows and curb sides(stop)
bottles are being emptied by singles(stop)
(a reach for brightness and a push
to become yer own god)(stop)
humans are never alone
when re translating their own
good book. book. book.
even if it is the same story it
can be told in your own way with
an earnest will in the voice
that your parents gave you
we are derivative(STOP)
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