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The Progression Concept
a project by jonathan delucia…
It’s you.
Shaping my life line and holding my face gently.
Peeling eyes open,
surgically still,
‘could never deny you - not even your existence.
“Let these words be holy.”
“Let these words be holy.”
Let them read well.
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I would pace the floor from kneel to standing ovation.
”indeed he would crush his own face.”
Crush
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I would hold my breath
until only exaltations were exhaled.
“his fists were prayers clenched.”
Indeed.
Indie.
In.
Die.
(pass)
You planted me in dirt, Lord.
In fucking dirt!
I grew roots in it…
Gripping the east and west.
By the earth’s elements, flood.
By her elements, sun bake.
The earth, my home.
My present prison.
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I became the elements,
‘got used to the sun.
‘enjoyed the water.
It’s been you,
Shaping my life line and holding my face gently.
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