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Above My Head, Beneath My Feet (Head-Lines)


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Bring me around to peace. Deliver my message toward Love. Cart in my kind’s flaccid limbs. Carry my death-weighted tongue nearest to the depleted peace. Navigate the wobbling orb that she might hold me anon, and, with her love, carry me to weeping, bring me to remember the worship of her. My kind has forgone creation’s gravity and now dangles at the mercy of Love.

US Broke International Law by executing Mexican National, says, U.N.
Will I make it back from here? Will my mind walk upon fertile land or will I execute the world’s terror with my tall sickles cutting through Love, the unbendable screens flickering an SOS…

Police say man kills 7 people, including daughter, then himself
The bullet has found its mark so many times. The flesh and blood of creation groans. The darkness wears a scarf nearest my throat as I swing the barrel around to face me.

884 million people lack access to safe water supplies.
3.575 million people die each year from water-related disease.
The end floats alongside my fears just off camera. Creation hovers all around me. Above my head, beneath my feet, cuddling up with my sickly sleep, in the water…


© 2011 by mark prime


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