Marshmellow (evangelion_100) wrote in modernday_poets,
Marshmellow
evangelion_100
modernday_poets

Fingertips

I open up my heart
Release
What has been left worthy
To gather
Preciously
Amongst all the garbage
And rotting inhumanities
That crawl in our
Reluctant memories
And there we take
Ourselves
And go down the roads
That we were always meant
To
No matter what fate has said
Without care:
For how she occasionally screamed
And demanded
Obedience
From our tired knees
But we continued
Into the locked doors
Of places
We will never find
So we take our hearts
And wait for the firelight
To show us
Where the lonely
And forever unknown
Sleep
For a few hours
Before they rise
And tear down that
Goddamned
sun

>
But we kept on going
Discarding blame
In the ditches of the highways
Of when
We took everything
Into our arms
With innocent admiration
And
That ceaselessly comforting devil
acceptance

I am not you
Machines
With their constant
Machinations
\against
Greatness/or something/
Wrong
And
/right/
Gone
But here
Inside of everything
That could ever
Matter
Or ever
Has been/
Something
(Some Thing)





I have about 5 different versions of this.  The original one I wrote in about 20 minutes.  I rewrote the ending once (the last two stanzas) for one version but then kept both endings, as well as moving the beginning to the end.  I'm still not entirely sure which version I'll settle on, but I think I like this version the most.  For now.  This is what I will probably use.
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