we are carnivores
we feed on the scraps
of the lives of others
we provide no
sustenance of our own
we gnaw on the hearts
of others for what
feelings we can find
having none of our own
it is only a game
it is the only game
we know
it is the only way
we show
compassion
borrowing others’
being too
passionate about
dispassionate things
that should not matter
but do
we are cold and
we burn
the bones of others
to stay warm
Fire-dancer at Third Degree Glass Factory.
All images Sony a700, Lensbaby Composer, Double Glass Optic
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Original Lensbaby, sony a700
what is it that keeps this man
that i see on this corner
with that look on his face
every morning, sitting, slumped
and breathing on the
wall of the garden where
he must be sleeping every
night, wearing those same
clothes every time that
i see him?
what keeps him
going on? what keeps him
from throwing himself in front
of a train? what keeps him?
it is so easy for me to think
that it would be so easy.
will I see him in the spring?
I am kept by these things.
Stone ghosts rise from silent soil…
…as colors fall and fade….
…from darkling skies…
…too numerous to count.
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A Prayer Like Gravity 