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Police strobes by the
Carolinas find us wearing
The same denim.

Powder blue waves of
Sapphires stirring inside
Steel aquamarine.
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© Ben Ditmars 2017
*
Police strobes by the
Carolinas find us wearing
The same denim.
Powder blue waves of
Sapphires stirring inside
Steel aquamarine.
___
© Ben Ditmars 2017
i ask the center of this world a
lonely question because i know
its mass is greater skating off a surface
slightly cooler to the touch,
reduced to iron
…
only you obstruct
my justice and burn
hotter than blue giant
stars.
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© Ben Ditmars 2017
hopelessness inside of
sunken voices screaming
dreamers die cold
against the stars
they seek.
and I am
no exception to
the golden rule
turned silver before
flashing bronze.
light cannot escape
the truth caused and
stimulated by mundane
emotions everyday….
he hates her
and she hates him
because the copier
has never worked.
and we are red
and we are blue like
rising lava from
the sky.
© Ben Ditmars 2014