Zechariah Macon

A shooting star streaks
across the sky
and I
wished upon the world
...

Still beats the becoming
stronger than last
year(silence becomes the night)
in every tree
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Lot 1 i made to resemble you
in voice and like
in soul and rightness
Lot 2 i wrote to mourn your loss
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Confused-
sibling's
eyes form the
word 'usurper'
...

Really it is just too
much of a weight
too high
for depth
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In the beginning there was VOID
(and without form)
then in moved LOVE
and with it HATE
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For one
minute/second/
hour/year/
day
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I HATE it
beacause
it is just too dull
the words are
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Em(passioned hands reaching out to you) brace
m(any hearts i gave to be here) e
...

Re-

master your heart
this is a caged (city)
...

Here beats the verse
in the heart
of the dirt
the mind and the sog
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It is good to write
it is good to read
and in some crazy way
it is good to do
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Disembodied voices
Phantom voices
this is a world of ghost
where if you have the ears
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I know it was a bad
idea at the beginning
the warning
shouted through my soul
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The city is Nightfall
but the lights
are as bright as day
it frames the walls
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Are you waking?
Glass tears open the sky
dreaming
its return to your mirrors
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Never be alone
that is the name of this poem
but it foretells despair
a fight for truth
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Distortion, dear gods the earth isn't quite
flat enough.
And ash turns to day
newborns still at night
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Nonplussed
the man who passionately
swung the sword
decided
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O be thou merciful
thou diverious winds of fate
For i am a leaf
in the fall
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