09: December 2015 #07 - Manufacturing Consent
Authored by Dan Smith
by Dan Smith
When we fell, You held me up Effortlessly above the knot, Finally breathing. With only one hand you could bear the weight Of tragedies and time. A glance, a smile, or a silhouette of longing Was all it took to keep me up Above gravity's refrain. Silent in space, spiting miles with your grasp I believed the hope behind the eyes I'd see in pictures. Your fingers crossed, You cleverly veiled the atrophied hands of the clock, Hands once thought to be yours Holding me up, Revealed to be a cycle, A pattern of using bodies Until the rope holds the whole.