Poetry from Stephen Jarrell Williams

The Coming

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The coming

cut of transference

is already

here

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start of fire

stiff of smoke

to buy and sell

and pay bills

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color code

on our skin of sin

feel of ash

between fingertips

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I’m on the roof

before the flood of ink

taking a nap

above the streets

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fake

sacrifice

I’m poor

and needy

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my eyes

opening

veins

and slowly closing

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my blood see through

character

soft sun of shadows

before the storm

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loaded pistol beside me

ready to dream

for the great cause

but probably with little effect

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my cell phone expanding

way of the world

six six six

near to overtaking all

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saying no to the mark

of the coming beast

will save your soul

if you know the Word.

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