A Tear (Ex R A T B) Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

Life, it saw without limbs, sighted a mud pox to unbox; struck a faceless tiny tone, sightless, no word be said, thrusts pain into my heart: waits for in one eye a fox, echoes deep, sharp emotion, painful reaction in me.

Dot forms a singular drop, strips a bigger rape, and changes are made inside the body, increasing faster: escaping hurt out eye, wobbling its anger, seeing a mound pile like a rock.

I was found, indeed, to be the maker of this creature, biting at me evil schemes, not the sole creator of it; heard the yell and cry of its baker: sinking on my cheek slowly sighted this faker, a puddle.

Events, a shock in life, laid in pure actuality, brings the facts of hell's rage out from its deepest pit its ring, tearing it down into a ripping fling of horror: belief in the soul's cruel acts, fated aimed intentions, lived direct connection.

Time up, send a small drip off your cheek; a call to depart, chin down; leap into the open air; from your left eye a bright gem: liken an image to the shape of a wall, within a blinking spot, its tall, seeing a twinkling dot.

Factors, got a tear-entitled crown, striking heart freed; a limbless toad; holds shear in misery; carries firm unrighteousness set fear; lined full body: outward burst, found guilty.

This demonic anger travels, drops to the lower floor spinning, goes a small dot to zoom, boom; destroys doom, splattering it into pieces, in smaller parts: rolling forth beads, touching things, multiple pains.

Any tear felt from its pit, exposes its dark nightmares, like a ball to go, free will, fallen; reflect on this harm that it carries: giving a call, by none-stopping answer sorrow.