[Lest We Die Unbloomed]

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We live fast they say,
Changing lovers,
Man with woman then another woman
Man with man
smoking the half finished dreams we ache to reach
as the paper cuts turn to ash
and everything seems so dull without the burning water
shagging the insides of our youthful throats
whilst the liver watches in defeat.
We're our livers.
We watch too much, we see too little
and we rebel none.

We so wished to be corrupted we adopted religion!
'Twas the only way to be "whole" -they said.
But whole isn't enough.
The world is never enough
and so we made our sins the new doctrine
for fear of never becoming holy. We licked our phantom limps with pride
and submitted to the hive between our hips whence every honourable revolution commenced.

We're tired, solicitors of love and righteousness.
We're tired of running...
Still life will catch up if but for a moment we halt.
And we've yet stars to count till we learn "properly" to dream.

So we live fast lest we die faster!
Lest we die unbloomed!*

[*The title, which is also the last line of the poem, is borrowed from the film "Kill Your Darlings".]

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