amen bijou your mothers child but night lays you down hair aflame wild look in your eyes naked belly to the ground a forest fire nibbles at your veins crawls up your arm runs away with your mind and burns dry thoughts like leaves amen eyes stare up but somethings in the way in the bible only angels have wings and rest must wait to be saved a dry tongue screams at the sky but the wind just breathes words in as a strange_bird tries to fly amen pieces of us die every day as though our flesh were hell such injustice as children we are told that from god we fell where are my angels wheres my golden one where is my hope now that my heroes have gone some are being beaten some are being born and some cant tell the difference anymore amen hallelujah 010923 ... . . 090107 ... raze i've removed it from the end of my prayers, such as they are. the same way god abandoned me. the same way you plucked a poem from someone else's lips, called it your own, and then sailed into the ether with blood still warm on your tongue. this is what i call myself when i lose my footing in the topography of another dying day and stumble into a moment of grace that cannot be explained or contained by the words i weave. this is how the_song_in_my_throat sings itself to sleep when i ask myself who will grieve for us when we're gone. this is all there is. 250813 what's it to you? who go blather from