Seething [poem]

With the intellect to
Lack ignorance, comes
The awareness, of
One’s self, the
Representation of the
Flesh, its meaning
And all its glory.
To be inhumane, to
Be unnecessarily
Cruel, or destructive,
Irony screams out
To the aware,
Screams of outrage,
Seething; slow,
Bubbling, blackness.

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Posted on June 3, 2012, in Poetry and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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