Pipe Dreams

 

 

I was the byproduct

of my environment

 

Polluted and disoriented

 

Rough concretes

and twisted lead that make up

cluttered saclike captivities

that we burrow in

 

We call it home

although it is just a house

 

There are no fond memories here

 

Only bullet paved windows

and exhausted blinds

voices that shatter

and bound us to our floorboards

 

You told me the only hope that existed

lies in the sky

 

That dark abyss

 

It holds no hope

not a shred of belief

even those deities didn’t believe you

they laughed when they took you

 

Cried when I found comfort in it

sobbed while I was filled with warmth

 

Now I am provenance

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