SMALL MURDERS

The unironed arguments

Left to strangle themselves

Hanging in Time—Incomplete

While we either pretend

“It never happened,” or

We grind it out with some

New unfaltered with being, but

Each time the pressure builds,

As it is in my country, and

On this planet with our

Deep incisions into the earth,

And our need for conquest

Framing all that we see, but

Don’t see with our gaze

Partitioning into a small corner

The need to

LOVE.

Reflection:  I’m not good with ultimatums anymore, I found, though I did not know.  I question.  I try to understand, but I’m not good with ultimatums anymore.

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