May 1, 2018

I pace back and forth

on this lonely grassen plain,

plain to see I've lost it,

become numb to the pain.


lightning crackles above 

me like a broken wooden coaster,

destined to hit the ground

and force some timely closure


wet bullets pierce my skin,

and suddenly im awake.

awakened to my senses,

both revolutionary and archaic 

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