Jesse S. Mitchell
part 2 here.
Let us not bear tender witness to every debilitating crisis,
To every glassed over, frozen stare.
But to the things still warm from blood-rush,
Receptive as the heart is beating.
Because here we keep all that has been spilt,
The evil moments shuttering and fleeting.
For today I am atrocity
And tomorrow, gentle memory.
part 2 here.
Let us not bear tender witness to every debilitating crisis,
To every glassed over, frozen stare.
But to the things still warm from blood-rush,
Receptive as the heart is beating.
Because here we keep all that has been spilt,
The evil moments shuttering and fleeting.
For today I am atrocity
And tomorrow, gentle memory.
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