nowmomentism 10-22-17 part 3
all my days i have felt the purpose
of a poet's feeling the emotional distress
of not understanding the emotion loss
of seeing the death of a nation
of never being able to kiss your cat goodnight
of feeling the blast of an atomic bomb
all my days i have seen the purpose
of a broken image breaking its own mirror
of riots burning their own bridges
of the ending of peace the ending of words
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