Friday, 17 August 2012

For the unwavering

In the rise and fall
the burst and collapse of barometer
the ant-bite injection that drew gasp
the love-bite that shredded heart
in scream and nonchalance
and the hundred ways of hurt
the one conclusive abandonment
life-ink bottles have spilled over
in froth and solitude
have emptied without reason
and in the gassing of spit
and the asphyxiation of barb
there are those who take the blows
and still bow low for more
and more
who fall and fall
and still rise
in banner and quote
heart and singularity;
they add stitch
they craft our common signature.

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