it could happen to you
should be the only advice
we give for it could
if you can
and do without would
*
i suppose i knew
i was always going to die
but i didn’t know
i was going to die
before then
*
a seed must explode
in order to become
but not knowing this
the destruction rising against the earth
looks like struggling
silent death
*
most of us don’t learn
that most of us aren’t most of us
for we have learnt too much from most
leaving us as i’s
closed and tearing
like garbage or gloves with holes for the thumb
that you looked through
to see me
holding onto the cold
like a cough
probably gotten from the most of us
that ooze into the subway in the morning
where we met
Mizpellt wurdz 
great poem
Posted by mukul chand | May 13, 2016, 11:07 pm