We Can Make the World Stop
The rhythmic change
Of your steady beat
Brings me a swarm of bodies
Back and forth
And back again
Rain drips off each
Running from cheeks
Frozen-in-time bodies
Corpses
Lost in a dream of
Conscious waves
Reaching for the light
Of past, a time
When all is lost
Hold it there
Eyes creeping
Holding no true gaze
Surrealist dreams collide
Brushing on hot
Soaked flesh
To zombie flesh
And in this instant
We are alive again.
11/28/12
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