the bushes came by and swaddled the young child and took them up into the trees over the concrete sidewalk and asphalt and the cars and the sounds of the varied mufflers, wheels, and shiny things passing by.
the birds came and tweeted to me in squeeky lang wage and i sang them a song with the whistle of my tongue
sometimes i shiver with sadness. sadness is not a sad thing. it is a cake. and sadness in the glaze that draws you in to eat.
today i shiver with joy and tears i call these sadness and they taste so sweet i take multiple bites
deep in my heart there is joy.
that joy gets covered up like the earth by concrete.
but that joy seeps out because the heart is bleeding always
the heart is in pain
and the pain is remembering that we covered the earth alive
and it will always be alive
and whenw e rest our heads how do we sleep?
over it
our under-blanket
it keeps us warm the blood pumping
and the wound left open bleeds joy sometimes called pain
IDONTCARE ABOUT YOUR LANG WAGE
the wage of sin is death
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