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3:52am June 19, 2013

 An Ivy, Language

nicocoer:

Language is the ivy vine
I wrapped around my
ugly seeming walls
in my early days before

 

I knew my foundations
are like many sedimentary
and amalgamated large
and small, varying poracity

 

bound together from parts
that the soil would be in
a thousand years under
pressure and heat.

 

The tiny tendrils suck
to dig into me, and
I would not let my hands
brush away the tiny hurts

until they’d long since
laid the cracks that
would make it easier
to crumble my foundations.

Oh wow that is beautiful! Really. I think I know what you’re getting at.