World for the taking
I am done with dreaming the future
By divorcing it from the past,
By pretending the clouds
That loom heavy above
Are the tokens of pain surpassed.
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God forbid that a candle were violent
And arson a cozy retreat
That the cathartic release of the silent
Could hold on to the edge of your seat.
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Or to think that disaster be gentle
Through the washing away in a storm,
That the notes that we sing
And the words that we chant
Are the pleasure in killing the norm.
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Has there ever been grievance unspoken
That bled not like the sweat on your brow?
Has your mind ever struggled and suffered
For the ifs in the place of the hows?
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Say it matters that art is a mirror,
That the world is a door, and we’re out:
Does that then go to show
That our future is low
And that peace we shall struggle without?
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Or is “world” just a word for the taking
To be borrowed and twisted and spun
To be molded and felted and tainted
Until all we can see is the sun?
Charlie D’Aniello (he/they) is a Latinx, queer/trans, neurodivergent author & literature nerd. His work is published or forthcoming in Sledgehammer Lit, HOLYFLEA!, Querencia, Tealight Press, Poetically Magazine, and others. He is also founder of warning lines magazine and author of The One and the Other. He lives in Sweden with his cats, Jack & Earnest.