i
have tricked your beliefs into
thinking
they were always
mine.
threshold me and lift my fingers
off
its' tight grip and stand tall over my new
freedom
to let me see;
that
i am unbroken. i am brittle.
but
i am unbroken.
under that tepee
sky,
happiness was never
this
green to begin with. in a storm we
collided
and in airy distances
we
swallowed fresh births and
raw
death storms.
freedom
wings disapproved
their
meaningless
while
all kettle smoked
tears
faded away;
abyss
hearted brokens were
my one truth love.
