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    FLESH IS NOTHING


    We touch our own skin
    Redish yellow and black, fingers pail upon bone
    Unsuspecting travelers point
    Dust streaming through windows light
    Emotion’s rays project the humility
    Why should anyone have to weep?
    We have come to be SKUED as ignorant
    Banished to great desert tents
    The arrogant night awaits the freakish arrival, upheaval
    Innocence severs the molecules of time
    Not a smear of paint, nor prepared canvas
    Coins wedged between the stones of our brush stroked streets
    Countries melt in the water’s nets, fishermen
    Searing heat, lament
    I fear death and its final life
    Dark dreams with their forever glow
    Please hold my love, as I unwillingly go

    RDS
    THE SECOND


  • #2
    Poignantly beautiful and sorrowing TS.

    Skin true, past touches sense, wears sadness mask
    but ask, aside the sorrowing, of memory which held
    delight, before the night - or through its way, then rest
    in this remembered grace to face the coming dawn or dark.

    Hoping all is or will be well. Blessings, Paula

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      Thank you paula

  • #3
    This pulled me in, the second. I feel as though I watching the inhumanity of the Trail of Tears. I don't know if that was your meaning, but I felt it strongly.

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      Thank you m
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