Sara Lorraine Sumpter
this is what the nightmare looks like;
careful construction followed by rampant destruction.
absolute.
irrevocable.
a techno, logical treatment of
post-apocalyptic proportions.
a magician's dream made manifest.
two still drinkers held captive
by their needs.
oh, that Christ might come down to us
teach us how to bleed,
how to give meaning to such
lyric suffering.
oh,
that life might flourish
again...
shimmering,
shivering,
fragile.
a sweltering satellite
that rings our tinted blue mood;
curved and arch -
heartless, yet ending here and now.
victim
of a careful construction made manifest.
lover
to a magician's dream of rampant destruction.
there is nothing left to learn,
and still His head
is buried
as this sweet lyric of time
passes beyond the pale.
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