Feel
Feel the rot
blessed from the inside
eating its way out
to the doorstep of the world
Feel the anger
stamped in ink
on discarded newspapers
dancing down windy streets
Feel the rediscovery
of sacred religion
there is a God
He is everywhere
Feel the burning sun
throwing out double flares
caught by a camera's eye
a taste of what is sure to come
Feel abandoned
by the ones held in high regard
it is all over now,
splashing on the floor
Feel this moment
I am connected to you
crawling around inside your skull
a copper taste on the tongue
mathiasthom
written 2/1/11
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