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Testimony in imperative, past and future

the world is everything that is falling

people
leaves
debris
black stars and
drunks from bar stools

dices and dead mans hands and
queens of
hearts

like flashlights in
mining shafts

the world is
everything that is
falling

bodies loosing all humanity
in the iron grip of gravity
frozen in a leap of eternity

the world is everything that is falling

the angel of light
the god of might our
faith

the world is everything that is falling
our scrolls the splendid
universe that we were
given
and hearts
and faith
and a 1000 day fast
won’t make it better
won’t atone for it

the world is everything
that is falling

falling from the towers of babel
and the heights if innocence

choices, tools, the working hand
men – women – children
the wisdom of the very old and
very young
the past and future

the
world is everything that is falling petals
books in empty nigh-time libraries and
children finally – our last words an
open place where every language failed
every world a lie, an imprint every letter
over a screaming sky
and fell
fell

the world is everything that is falling
everything

ecxept rebellion and prayer

and you
you
you
and me

and the thousands
who silently know
the meaning of

one

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  1. PetitJune 27, 2009 at 12:30 AM

    You're really good man!
    Keep writing as you think, feel,..

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