naturalism
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Standing straight on a plateau,
Overlooking an arch by the meadow,
Gazing into streams of pinwheels,
Overshadowed like the ghosts of vinyls;
i've seen an animal an animal of a certain maturity, a certain age its eyes are dark, i can’t read its expression i'm thinking about gods, men and i tuck the animal’s hair behind its ears
Flashing lights and buzzing sounds
Crowds of people all around
Walking fast with noisy feet
They make an effort to cross the street
Smoke billows up from automobiles
It fills my lungs with ghastly feels
To live and to die
To be breathed life, alive, like a great ocean tide
Ashore by the seaside an eternal lighthouse
I am made of sticks and stones.
I rebuilt myself from those
I found
Strewn about the kitchen floor,
Remnants of your drunken tirades.
My bones felt hollow
When I learned that yours
