Recycled

Day Thirty-seven

This is quite beautiful. I would go so far as to say it’s one of the most beautiful pieces of music I’ve heard in some time.

there is glass between our touch,
phantom limbs of former love…
and the truth is that I am so terrified
that the callous is deeper
than the surface of our skin.
and it takes us twice as long,
it takes us twice as long to heal.
we’ll lift up the ground to see
the system of roots beneath.
gears turn, endlessly,
to bring the world back to life
like clockwork, when it dies.
the cadence of beating hearts,
the click of its moving parts
grows louder and louder
from this restless earth…
future gardens wait patiently below
and somehow we smell them blossom
through the snow.
still unsatisfied,
we chase what we’re denied.
as generations wait,
we can’t resist the taste of possibility.
gears turn, endlessly,
to bring us back to life again.
like clockwork, we begin.
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