Ghostlimb
Eight
Our bodies talk and we listen of inopportune and forced decisions they'd disinfect and in darkness scrub clean but it's all over the air and under sheets you say the very fiber of my emotion is suspect and I say the very basis of your fundamentalism is neglect of anyone who disagrees or follows a path distinctively while you indulge the limbs of dismembered poets with no cultural or temporal context and where the ruts in your mind wreathed in glowing light are accepted and where our progeny live on to see the long unset sun of injustice dignity is not yours for the taking
From Letras Mania