Monday, February 24, 2020

Lost Revelation

Lost Revelation

Our tongues are swords
pointed inward
hilts left to those
whose snatching hands
scar our mouths split
between the ears
where no thoughts lie.

We are having
none of that stuff,
headpiece emptied
straw burnt, rocks strewn,
we have become
product zero.

Zeroed into
what we've become
we burn remains
of empty heads
and try to stuff
what we've got to

that will not lie.
Between our ears
our mouths are split
by jealous hands
who bear the hilts
of bladed words
forged by our tongues.

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