My dangerous friend,
We race each day and yes you win,
But not today.
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Merritt Xavier
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The Settling
Lyrically—sign, atone / atom / Adam— a cracked apple bleeds its proof: sweetness first, then the settling truth. If it was ever worth the devil, stand— and wrestle. When the storm remembers you, I arrive as thunder— each letter a black sheet slowly settling. Heavy strike—a divine edge through time— you divide in a minute. After… what remains of you learns the shape of absence. I define nothing. If I were something, I would speak once— zip the one, and force it into None. None / All—the pillar stands. Humans squat the halls of time.
By LUCCIAN LAYTHabout an hour ago in Poets
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