Nobody deserved it
To breathe like this
Or barely to breathe
But it was made to happen
By a couple men in suits
Some of the others
Were in different kinds of suits
Or armored uniforms
Now a flower of black
Blooms over the town
Over the entire county
And the people are asked to run
Away from their homes and wait
For the lawsuits to be completed
For stories to be told
With tired and hollow dismay
For decisions to be made
With empty-hearted greed
About potential contracts
And definitively contracted lives.
Published by Richard Q
A human being-question chasing after both God and nothingness. The internet is a disaster, but our starlessness might teach us something. I welcome our constant experimenting with ourselves with open arms, for ultimately they are attempts of life at living and growing in life. My dwelling is in Key West, while the dwellings of my loves are Indiana, New Mexico, Texas, Massachusetts and Arizona. These spaces are nothing. Love abides and love embraces.
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