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Spaghetti knots

when you find another survivor

no

not here too

the end of the world

was not meant to happen here

there was no smoke

unless the steam of the oven could be mistaken

for last wails

no drizzled rain

though the oil of the kitchen still bubbles

the will of what it meant to be

there were no candles burning out

no hunger no want to have more

there were no flowers stomped

no wet sand slurping away

no heart hurt when it is shared

 

stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it stop it

do not say it

now

 

for then

later

we will be silent

unsure of the next day

that

yes

will come

uncoupled to destruction

*

above is from a book of poetry i’ve written, entitled “a mess of you everywhere inside of me“.

it is for you. it is about you. it will tell you how to be you again. get a copy here: https://goo.gl/zsyqVD

About kacperniburski

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