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Chaos Comes Apart
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ISBN13: 9798621938208
Publisher: Independently Published
Published: Mar 8 2020
Pages: 110
Weight: 0.38
Height: 0.26 Width: 6.00 Depth: 9.00
Language: English
Publisher: Independently Published
Published: Mar 8 2020
Pages: 110
Weight: 0.38
Height: 0.26 Width: 6.00 Depth: 9.00
Language: English
The original poetry of Kevin Trent Boswell. Morning Flies Far Confounding the stupefied senses, the
syllabus, schedules of uninformed winner
you've reliably opened a festering wound,
spending lunch money upon trinkets of dinner Empty the cup that was never quite full,
all the seats cold and audience, waiting
syllabus, schedules of uninformed winner
you've reliably opened a festering wound,
spending lunch money upon trinkets of dinner Empty the cup that was never quite full,
all the seats cold and audience, waiting
there's no more rind or gristle to eat
and no one left, to hear the debating Slink down now into entertaining covers
and call it all finally done, for a life
wasted and somehow full of wonder,
no loud report, but fish round for a knife And instantly recall, in blissful drudgery,
some things can't be cut by the cannon gun
whether eight more lines or only a million
some faces watch, from which you don't run Quiet cannibals, eating your sorrows
angels who lift any plagues from your land
mouths that sit, ready for morsels
morsels that come from only your hand Sing now, with wretched rooster of morning
sing loud of his majesty and curse his name
take small solace in dimwitted knowledge...
no one is salvation and no one's to blame
and no one left, to hear the debating Slink down now into entertaining covers
and call it all finally done, for a life
wasted and somehow full of wonder,
no loud report, but fish round for a knife And instantly recall, in blissful drudgery,
some things can't be cut by the cannon gun
whether eight more lines or only a million
some faces watch, from which you don't run Quiet cannibals, eating your sorrows
angels who lift any plagues from your land
mouths that sit, ready for morsels
morsels that come from only your hand Sing now, with wretched rooster of morning
sing loud of his majesty and curse his name
take small solace in dimwitted knowledge...
no one is salvation and no one's to blame
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