January 2003 / Volume Four / Issue One
Casandra Coin
Calamity of Life

Burns & bruises
covered in whitewash
It masks nothing
and makes no difference
Your walls are only painful
to run into
and keep the life in (suffocating)
too long
We are alive
loud and impermanent
Why not celebrate?
Children may seem so pointless
and the sunrise
holds so much faith
We long to open our eyes
and stare relentlessly to the sun
making them bleed with beauty
We are alive
loud and impermanent
Why not celebrate?
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