(Source: tveye)
2
(Source: tumbld-to-town)
But collusion bleeds through back alleys
From parapets that end on feet
When one is weak they discretely meet
They throw the bones into the street
And they progress
And we retreat
And all the books our fathers wrote
Are in the middle of the road
Little by little, we implode
History brittle, brown and broke
We can’t remember what was spoke
So we stare in wonder at the smoke
What it begets is born alone
We know not now what we have known
From parapets that end on feet
When one is weak they discretely meet
They throw the bones into the street
And they progress
And we retreat
And all the books our fathers wrote
Are in the middle of the road
Little by little, we implode
History brittle, brown and broke
We can’t remember what was spoke
So we stare in wonder at the smoke
What it begets is born alone
We know not now what we have known
(via milk-eyed-mender)
(Source: nicholasharrison)
