Sponge
And now
Let me begin
With these awkward steps
I'll attempt resurrection
The lines are now blurred
no time for perfection
But now
We will learn
The screaming sirens
can seem so violent
I cry, and yearn
for reminiscent bliss
but this, will burn
the compliant
I can feel this fall
But I'll bounce
like a ball
Do you hear the call
of the riots? ?
Let's stoop
to crypts so low
that every detail will show
So let's go
some where quiet
And profess our thoughts
'till the needle drops
then stop
our replies
Move along
with every sigh
This brings moisture
to my life that was dry
poem by Justin Tallman Gonzalez
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