Tuesday, December 29, 2015

We Are All Estranged Brothers Valentine

The perfection of memory
must be the goal of evolution
so many latecomers die
at the end of the year
as if catching the last plane
out of an exploding country
the world is that place
progress doesn’t actually occur
promises aren’t really kept
and where good can only go
halfway because it’s not
enough unless to it
be given guts
lots and lots
of guts

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