This ache in my throat
is going to swallow me.
Like a whale, it will leap out
and swallow me.
Then I will be reborn,
deformed from my swallowing.
What an ugly little poem. Yesterday I was sitting at a table with some people and we were talking about beauty and how we need beauty in our lives. Today, I write an ugly little poem.
How much ugliness we generate in our day to day existence. If we put it all in buckets and hung the buckets from heaven, we could flood the earth for forty days and forty nights. Or more realistically, we could make it drizzle for months on end.
Drizzle, drizzle, drizzle... so gray and constant we can hardly see through it.
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