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Finding Warmth

The other side has called
her winter's finally born
the geese are flying east
the pain has left her mark

X's no longer stay
they just go
as the hurt
forage on
and eat their own

too much
it's too much

burning darkened soot
pulling out the roots
it's death
by default (nobody's fault)
but that's what they beg

leaches getting wet
attached to every midnight song
and soliloquy

their favorites play
continuously
conspicuously
on repeat

pull the plug
disembark the spark
set them straight
to the confessionals
but that's all a little too late

words are just words
no matter how arranged
or the author deranged

this good book says jump
another one says run
little Billy jumped off the bridge
bullies on soapboxes
shooting guns
acting like skirtless nuns

sitting around the old wobbly card table
picking our hearts with dirty spades
it's not a game to be played

listen

nature's call
a soothing lullaby

listen

shhhh

just listen

let it be
let us all be

free