In the Trenches
We been watching from the cut, moving in the dark, slipping through the cracks, sneaking up on you like Winter right after Summer in September, now it is our time. The skies look black and lights are dim, but we have night vision that pierces through time like cosmic threads through the eyes of our needles. Witness me, us stitch masterpieces out of the rags discarded from the rich's waste. Watch as I transmute these bricks and sticks, pains and tears from the ruins of our tragedies into gold, silver and celestial bodies that rise from the voids in space and time and matter like mountains emerging from ocean trenches.
written by Egypt English, 2020.
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