of what once was and what wasn’t.
a
void
We’re floating here, in the ruins of the displaced.
repression
We can’t breathe here in the ruins of the displaced.
fill our lungs like smoke.
The clouds of our
and in-action
With no
Walking on the edge of this deadly
Measuring every step, every breath
our eyes
our hands
our feet
What happens if I
We are floating here in the ruins of a lost battle
Trapped between the
action
resistance
We’ve given ourselves up to the hands of our destiny
With no
care
cliff
A radioactive puddle of all sorrows.
Port Hope, no hope
An endless, useless search
Port Hope
gauze
subtract
We are floating here in
We can’t breathe here in the ruins of the displaced
wrapped around
With
Will I keep floating? or will I drown?
you from me?