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Crystal Glasses Filled With Ashes/Not Even Tomorrow Touches Dawn

Ashes seep
Into the intricate flaws on glasses
That collapses’ keep
In crystal corners
Powdering until it passes
Over the brim
Signaling grim
Blinking eyelashes
Sinking
Into the ease
Of silent sirens
When they seize
No side concedes
Or conceives of consequence
Quieting society with violence
Swiftly annihilating,
Whilst tyrants are smiling,
Alongside the unwise, scared scientists
Co-piloting demise—
Death tolls are piling
Defiling the masses
Colliding into nothing
But a billion specks
Of silhouettes on the concrete steps
Of our nature
As it collapses
From the tongue
We’re among
The mud under grasses
Tipped with blood
Like taste bud colored floods
Like acres of rose buds
Burnt like paper
Floating from the fire into celebrator’s
Urns— they earn the winning wager
War’s entire dividend
Unconcerned of those
Whose broken bones will never mend
Whose spoken tones will never send
Who grew to be gone in a bomb
As the sun crept
Before it leapt
A world was swept
Nothing was kept
Not even tomorrow touches dawn.

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