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worship hangs

Posted to Action Poetry

from your every word.

if i am beautiful,
i know it is not the beauty
found in tenderness
and early morning realizations.

i would be the beauty
of gnashing teeth
and thunderstorm trees
split three ways down the middle.

i suspend will
and devotion
in a solution best fitting
for madness
and a total lack of control.

(btw, the poem is beautiful)