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Trump as a Fire Without Light #325 |
Bark and saw, I read the phrase “peaceful ethnic cleansing” today, and I lost my posture for a second. I crawled into my own heart and I died for a second. I went into the basement to look at all of my own secrets that I always manage to metaphor into something awake yet still hidden, and I pulled them down around me. I stood up on the unfinished floor, and I felt my muscles tighten against the air of the idea of any cleansing. I kicked at my own mess a bit. Some men, some ideas of men, should be buried at sea while they’re still living. I cannot advocate any violence, but at a certain point wouldn’t it be self-defense? I had to remove whole parts of my person to live in the world I wanted to, and I suppose that was a needed violence I took part in. I am alive as a partial person. I am better as a partial person. I suppose some people are lost completely, and cannot be saved.
copyright 2017
Darren C
Demaree |
