Monday, April 7, 2014

Activism

Trapped in the moment forever
We are all stuck in time
A painting
A photograph
Life does not imitate
anything
Crashed and Crumpled 
to the Ground
Now still living
So it goes. 
We are all ears 
on the floor. 
Keep the work open, 
Keep the wound fresh. 
There are no rules
in War nor in 
Poetry. 

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