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We are the recycled children. Allah reincarnate.
Disperse then pray. Cawing like crows they shoo us away.
My time is not free, but you take as you like.
Sell myself short to get out of your clutch.
Slipping through fingers, and out the back door.
She is on her knees begging and They are rolling their eyes.
There are only so many times you repeat the same lies.
A friend is a foe and faux furred coat can still trick the blind.
Your lucky rabbits foot hasn't brought you much luck.

Looking through crystals but not to yourself.
How can you expect these hands to give you much help?
Instead I am praying you find your own way.
Out of mine for that matter because you're mad as the hatter and I haven't much time.
Not to give you because you've wasted so much.
Out of my way girl, it's time for my lunch.

Filling up bowl upon bowl of the lies that you've fed, Forced and pulled my hair down.
Cried and tried to draw the moon down.
Not by my magic, white and black can both play, but if not nicely than back to your rooms.
The curfews put out to keep you at bay.
Into your beds with Sleepy heads and a fever to tell all of your glittering sadness to any ears that burn hearing you purging their name.
Retching and writhing the darkness inside, instead saddles your back to take a nice ride.
And by nice I mean not for you in the least, but those who've hurt in the palms you have creased.
I told you to go when I banished you out.
Saged you and forgave you, and went on my way.
But here you are still asking them to pray.
Blessings and sweet with wilting flowers crowning your head.
This is the last time, I put you to bed.

S.M.

Self.

Soft feathers have points.

Don't feed the wolves, they'll howl either way.
Soon frozen under a crisp layer of permafrost with their mouths permanently open.
Gawking, bystanders, sneered faces; now feared faces.
A wave of the hand and a single collapse, splintered remains.
There is a rattling in the back and an anxiousness of approaching night.
I stand shadowed by the light.
Your hairs standing, then falling. In clusters. Nests along the trail.
I have lead you to where I lay. The soft fur matted with red from the harm you used to cause.
Ten fold love, ten fold, not just four.
In packs they travel, only when hunting, but if you create unnecessary confrontation you can not stop the deafening sound of screaming mountains.

We used to carve holes in them for dens, like wombs in the earth.
Sticks poked in until we grew numb.
A gnashing of teeth and the star filled eyes, only ancients recognize us.
Though continued testing of authenticity. There are false empathy dwellers among,
they feed on energy. Keep your hands balled tight, and only travel at night.
Watch from the places they fear, and be it if you must.
My name is what's mine, say it again, dare turn you to dust.
Blown off old books and on the back of a shelf,
soon you'll come clean and then pray for collapse.
you'll need a rest soon, from the false anguish you claim.
On a silver plated platter, dear, your fifteen minutes of fame.

They bow down before like deer in the moss.
warm beds now collect dew.
A bird's soft chatter telling what she has heard.
Deep breath in the back, spin in circles to find what is finding.
May not be as you want.
Wishes need payment, and take as they will. From those who asked for much.
Their stomachs soon fill.
Glistening bellies encrusted with jewels, but nothing's inside, just miniature tombs.
Billowing fog over the sea. You're no longer recognized by ancients, the elsewhere, or me.

S.M.

Don't forget who hit the brakes.

You want that reminder of what's happening?
The trauma of past lives, every hole in your soul, having the deepest black galaxies throbbing through.
You want to feel every bone break when it's rushing in.
Threading you back together with such grace that others think you're dancing by yourself again.
You close your eyes because too much contact will create combustion.
It's when your hair grows fastest, when your eyes glow the brightest, and all your secrets are taken by the wind.
The taller you stand, you can reach the Goddess herself, but she gives you the look your mother used to.
"Too soon" Hands smacked and you're pushed back down, quick breaths.
And you're running past yourself in the race again.
You want to win, but you can't. Pull over and have a meltdown in the middle of the high way. Soak into the pavement and through to the Earth.
Get back to your own level. Floating through the trees, but instead your sitting around smiling on your knees.

Hit the breaks before stars collide, she wants to climb in but hasn't even asked for a ride.
You are looking in the rear view mirror, she's writhing around speaking tongues that she can't even translate. Shaking her hands embellished with all her little gems.
You remember back then, you remember the street lights, running reds, and staring upside down after too much rum.
I'll be the one standing in front when you swallow your raving tongue.
Smiling you and thanking you for the fake friendship trinkets.
You'll be laughing and won't even notice how the warmth glitters out until in turns to the cold sharp ideas you placed in the jar you gave me.
Under the flowers, a little green shard and you think peace offers work that way?
But you're going to be left crying when you're tied up and thrown in a field where I found myself.
You want to see what I've seen?
I'll drag you there. I've got all the strength in the world, she surrounds me in a light blue aura. I magnetize and attract the ones that have eyes that get too wide.
Curled lips and quick thoughts, can't help you here.
Praying hands in the collective nest, shredded papers and deciphering hidden messages. You think I'm speaking to you? It's her, not me.
Awakening, you want to feel it, then you don't.
Your whole soul is going to feel this.
Whatever intentions from your index finger that taps onto your temple,
to the altars you'll create.
Reflect, waving lined palms and standing figures in the hall will glow my light blue.
I come in cloaked, but you'll know who.
-SM

And you're scratching right below the surface, the sound is deafening.
How many times do I have to escape you, life times and in dreams,
quick turn to check my distance and you're still in my tracks.
All these dead ends and I'm climbing walls I built to keep you out,
but I've trapped us in together.

/ˈhī(ə)rəˌfant/

110214- Saree McClaran
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