Affect Poem by Leon Moon

Atomically malnourished, exiling self-recognition
To a symbol carved in time, the co-ordinated
Drunk becomes in the lost through fixing a shoot-up
By making firecrackers from bonds broken into rings without circumference.

All else falters, rain dashes in the snow.

Twighlight's stubble impresses the outer-edge
Of the lake we sit beside, making it seem like a hearth.
Luckily, the spark igniting a memory of Dawn to a Soul
Transcends cavities of self-recognition pulling me closer under your spell.

At once, before ripples fade to sweet melodies and hospital beds.

After the mutilated soldiers engulf the yellow forest we once mocked
For being our home with shadows and fire, the heckle of claps made
By hands spun too hard on a colourless clock smudges our peripheral
With ideals of solitude and fore-thought expectation.

And the war ensues, the debt increases, the victory bleeds
In the nude as nothing else is heard but the prelude
Chanting out naivety's of nativism, swallowing bitterness before
It's brewed. All else swivels into dust as an atom creates

An object of sacrifice before light can be construed.



Atomically malnourished, exiling self-recognition
To a symbol carved in time, the co-ordinated
Drunk becomes in the lost through fixing a shoot-up
By making firecrackers from bonds broken into rings without circumference.