you are god.
you are god and you are human
and you are the sun
burning against aching shoulders
and you are the laugh
emitting from your own mouth
sitting against a pine tree,
sap across your back,
and you are the pine tree,
and you are the sap,
and you are everything,
and you are nothing.
you are the wings my back aches for
you are the tongue ran across too dull teeth
you are the petrichor on a day it should
not have rained,
and you are the rain.
i am the dog
i am the teeth,
that will never be sharp enough,
i am the sunburnt shoulders,
and i am nothing,
and i am everything.
i am the coyote,
yipping a song for the birds,
i am the birds,
crying to a coyotes call,
i am the hills and i am the sea
and i am the clouds and i am the lightning
and i am.
and i am.
-icarus
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an idiots guide to life; how to survive the badlands of wyoming
Poetrythe slightly deranged ramblings of a teenage trans guy living in wyoming there's no overarching theme but there sure is a lot of dogs, horses, and god(s) . i do not know what i am talking about 97% of the time mostly posted chronologically in order...
