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Spaghetti knots

vast

there are no second chances

in the devastation of losing it all

 

you can only do this disaster once

to feel so horrible like

a gentle rain must

against windshield wipers

pounding their maximum violence

 

to allow the fall to hurt more than the landing

where you are there on that edge

seeing all that others cannot

with gravity for a god

and cement for a bedfellow

 

you can only do this destruction twice

asking how did it ever get to this

with all that could be cut in half

all that can be reduced

still standing too tall

 

with the men

who will walk all over the carpet of red

borne by their mothers

and who will then act

as though the breast and the womb

did not feed them

when looking at you as no more

than the in between landing of skin so gold

that the sun is jealous of the flowers gliding your way

 

you can only do this three times

with the mist of feeling leaving on the fingertips

with the love of your life in your lungs

telling whispering to me that you do not

love me any longer

 

then there is no fourth time

though i still begin again

perhaps during that rain

counting the devastating seconds

About kacperniburski

I am searching for something in between the letters. Follow my wordpress or my IG (@_kenkan)

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