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Tryst Feature Poet John Sweet |
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Tryst Feature Poet John Sweet |
| the collapse of the human cathedral: a premonition |
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the meaningless noise of unfinished thoughts all afternoon and the shadows of clouds moving slowly over the hills wind down this street i live on and the fact that what we think about is leaving what we talk about is nothing not silence but the small unimportant sounds we make to fill it the simple agreement that war is bad and the unavoidable fact that it still happens and if not war then the subtle collapse of things the walls of this house cracked the ceiling sagging and the way that none of the rooms are ever warm the pebbled window on the staircase which lets in light without shape everything familiar but i never feel at ease the air is too bright here the ghost of de chirico too heavy and the statues on these lawns should bleed or at least weep i should have more faith in the future but don't the lack of possibilities is a terrifying thing Featured Poetry |