To Whom It Concerns

Taken with a Holga 120N

Man who truly believes

That he steers this ship

This angular vessel

Impossible to flip

Your child-mass is young

Confidently naïve

Once he grows older

Will he still try to breathe independently

Or will he begin to regret

Fall into a haze

And pray to forget

Will his mistakes teach him lessons

Which his failing heart takes

And uses to produce

The bandages of his breaks

Realizing that he never once

Learned how to heal

As his focus was on pain

Adept is his skill

The adhesive thins

Yet the wound still spills

The blue blood of his safety

Draining the virus

To nil

Asking for help

From the brothers he killed

Golden Tarot


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