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Tighten Your Grip

July 15, 2009
By PhotosyntheticFoolishness BRONZE, Kingston, Other
PhotosyntheticFoolishness BRONZE, Kingston, Other
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Feel the bones that hold me still,
in your hands they stiffen.
Marrow deep and leaden, brittle.
Hold me waiting.

Connections falter, together they came
after the birth.
The beginning.
What was so strong, and now so weak.

Hold it in your hands,
the very trap you set.
Lock away the fate so I do not see
what may come after all.

Tighten your grip,
you don’t even know.
Playthings are idle only until
given to freedom.

Squeeze with your might
and see what you find.
From where came the thought,
that you were a god?


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