You will look at the stones
on the outside floor that he named
And you'll find a personality for every one
Each will own its sadness
Each will be given your attention, thought, and admiration
We will not gaze at the outside things as if we forgot our glasses
We will pierce them with the wonder that was drowned
with the poison you drank
The poison has been guzzled for long enough
Sometimes you don't know you're thirsty for water
until you've had a little--
And look, you're all dried up!
Scoot and scrape your chair back,
Dig your marks into the floor,
Let them remember you got away
Dump your glass
Leave a stain on that wood, let it seep through
It cannot be scrubbed away
Fall into that river
The one that is clean
You know better
You've always known better
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Poems That Came From a Beanstalk
PoetryPoems that came from... well, a beanstalk (updates are random)