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Leaving Home
If ever there were a place for love to fall,
surely it would be upon our patios and stoops;
so as to be so heavy-
and futilely follow our fading paths;
but like the wind
ever reaching, ever tapping
our windows, our doors,
It seeks to lead us into a storm-
welled up in the ducts of a swollen sky
like pleading eyes,
along our best laid plans, it pours.
After Armageddon
When kingdom comes,
like mammoths left
fuel to flow the earth,
we'll leave our shelters from the weather.
While confusions hybernate in the dust,
on tables; dimly lit screens flickering through cobwebs
and ivory,
in orchards, rain micro chips and petals,
the nectar of technology still pulsing through filaments,
And for the newly emerging-
the world will come with instructions-
blueprints blowing in the afternoon breeze,
and our memory;
evading the winds that climb down from a mountain
to drag our dust through steel beams.
And there's a safety vault in the center of it all
like a treasure,
filled with recoveries, reprieves
and thoughts never written.
We called it faith-
But in a language no longer recognized.
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