I guess my invitation was lost in the mail
Or maybe you lost my address
Even though I have never moved
But no matter
I am here now
As you like carbon so much
Let me tell you that diamond days are coming
The pressure will be internalized
As your lungs graphite bind
This should make everyone so very happy
Metastability of tissue giving way to allotropic desire
Everyone now so very rich
Just one problem
It will chip with days as sky combusts
And with point engrave upon tablet of each heart
That last breath was traded for the illusion that cut through you.
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Author:
Jon Nakapalau (
Offline) - Published: November 5th, 2021 15:14
- Comment from author about the poem: Sorry to be so down.
- Category: Surrealist
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Comments3
So we’ll crafted are the true words
Can’t deny the fact that’s the truth
And the last lines so poignant -
“ That last breath was traded for the illusion that cut through you.”
Thank you so much dear poet for sharing such a valuable note and have a great day ahead
Thank you so very much.
Very true words John, that illusion they are trying to give to us is a complete farce.
Andy
Sad but true Andy - thank you.
Can't wait for the day to come, great poem
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