By God, is the call sign.

By Phalanx

I call myself back to primordial, the begining.
I want to understand what I did wrong and
What I have to do to fix it.
We can't waste time with this.
It's too important in uderstanining.

Seems ;ike a word to me.

I keep slipping gently.
Do you like it?

My mind went south in search of water.
These damp seeds explode with a, bayou by the way
Reckoning.

Yes, I place emphasis on the odd syllable.

I need a month with the monks because I saw myself.
A man needs rest, sometime.

Tell me any thought that makes me jump.
Nothing wrong with man verses meat.
I'm just starting to understand we're all alive,
Somehow.

Can I call you by your name in this cross between my teeth?

God stepped out.
Let's talk.

What makes me walk, metaphascinations.
Where we're not suppossed to go.

Even God believes in blasphemy when the music and drink is right.
Yes, he's got taste.

We don't stop where dust touches face, we just ask questions,
Like good children do.

We are the men behind the fallout.

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Copyright 2015 Phalanx
Published on Wednesday, March 4, 2015.     Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

Behind enemy lines.
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  • molock On Thursday, March 5, 2015, molock (314)By person wrote:

    i don't know if a month with the monks would be long enough, if i truly saw myself. i like the depth of the water here. nice write

  • Malice In Wonderland On Wednesday, March 4, 2015, Malice In Wonderland (987)By person wrote:

    You have this way of knocking the wind out of me. this...is sinking into my bones. Thank you. Scholar


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