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lava

Posted to Action Poetry




we are molten on the page,
fluid, strong
our current will wriggle
around the pebbles of inaction,
but crack straight through walls.

i find no shame
in watching a man sleep,
gathering his sleep sighs
and dream words
in little bags of recollection.

will i stand on the sidelines
and watch you shake this earth
with words, hard and forceful,
split open the pale girl
sitting in the metal chair?

it is then
that i will sprinkle
your night-time conversations
on weary heads,
and those who are so tired
of hardness.