Surfacing
It is unspeakable, how easily one might be deceived
by memory
this ghastly bare mound of cinders
juvenile and absurd
looming large in the middle distance of the mind
We believed, then, it was possible
to cleave hated parts and leave only
green and growing, a careful butcher
who failed to read
the second definition
A coincidence, but it’s curious
our imperfect nature finding patterns
in streetlights and weather forecasts
Are we ever as much changed
without as within?
A smile is nothing but
teeth made approachable
A siren on the horizon;
pull the wax from your ears, listen—
it is only the sound of forgetting
I'm super into words that have multiple and confusing meanings, and cleave is one of my favorites, as it can be two almost entirely opposite things. Language!
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