: : :  <<<-------<   Black   <-----------------((o))----------------->  Arrows   >------->>>  : : :

Sweating teeth sink into the heart of feeling

 

[   -   I   am   a   feeling    machine   -   ]

 

Hungry and desperate and fearful…

there will be nothing left

to tear at the End. 

 

Stepping back transfixed

there-and-not-there, staring

in from the edges of this perennial battlefield

 

[   -   I   am   a   breathing   machine   -   ]

 

Inhaling the Lonely  

Exhaling wholesomeness 

Fabricated in the bile-seasoned stomachs of the once-lost

that have now learned their lessons

meekly wearing them in scars across their skin…

 

Take pride in survival 

but never the War 

 

Take pride in   S  u  r  v  i  v  a  l  

but never the   W  a  r  

 

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This score can never settle

as long as there is wanting to feel 

anything more

 

than Peace