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the wood is dry, holding the tree together, in bits and the leaves have long fallen they lie on the ground, perfectly so complete sauration the air is so cold the sun so white a heart is dancing moving slight softhips riding with the wave of a melody pieces only make up a whole whole, whole a cloud is naught but comfort her arms wrapped tight hold her up my mind, a pillow upon my cheek life, simply, golden  

oh. let the night fold into dawn, and days melt into twilights before let time blur into my memory waxing   like the full moon whose eyes once swam in mine let the air-- now exhaled, fill my lungs once again through two meshed lips: bloodshot and bruised so hungry-- insatiable-- a dance, the way you filled the space. in your hand i clutched life. against your chest sketched the blueprint of a foundation for a girl who would love, most anything and you- you were, near nothing at all, baby. oh, let the sun set again, anticipation rising with its steady fall the way it did when darkness led to darkness while

burned path, down her road, down her throat, to a stomach do people exist when they have no shadow? i will have to suppose not; for illusions may walk upon the ground but please, don't tell me the sky, too, lies (though deceit, would make quite the appropriate blanket.) the love on her arm is beginning to fade and happiness makes her cry for anything, but the void reminds her of what once was she cannot find it, though that myth of a joy she sits like a lone fisherman upon the rock line dipped into the water, down to where the sea turns black deep there she sits patiently her heart looks up and smiles at the breeze playi

pressure soaking through upturned trees, roots ragged above rich earth, now congealed frozen solid like her dead bones through which venom now seeps and she can feel it skin, taught laced tighter than fabric, the questions questions, answers, punching holes like an assembly line of hyperbole and she is forsaken like the sky above its vacant tenants like the crash of a torrent debris floating thick blankets of air snatched away dazed pupils faded to the faintest grey mirror glistens on the cold floor         like everything beneath the storm    raging between her lashes;

through the bend, paces quicken, solids shape into shadow soft, striking two, three, and the one they never meet as much as you press them slow and speed they stumble long for the fall long for the fall F A D E into pavement drowning particles of streetlight gasping for breath twisting up tangles to inhale is to exhale is to exha- swinging open, gust shoves on by knocking, pushingtenderpressing eyes shut flies but wind mixed blood mixed plasma mixed love unignited embers veins to ashes die; limply down cast away serene decay lapsed rapt amidst its sheets

the air is black, the night is cool. dip in shadow long, dark pool alley. steady. paced i walk; ghosts they haunt throb spin they mock cobble stone by stone by brick one by one the pieces d rip skimming, remains of shattered glass chosen over greener grass eyes stuck on. stuck on. the past. heart that finishedfinished last glowing amber pours in pores throws light against the pad-locked doors behind which rage three thousand wars and somewhere, someone on all fours led back to street she follows smoke beat by beat a  l o o s e r  spoke and people never seem to choke on all the lies the lies they spok

time. not a heart, beating, thumping, leaving its mark on the skin but- i feel it on on the other side of me bruising its pressure, marking against a surface, deep enough to drown in you. have gotten to, the very fibers of me runaway thread you- pull and i unravel and i dont even. . . what am i? dilute the tea, i think. my brita ran out of water and the proportions are all wrong white sugar is bad for you;

light has broken through the window panes it won't soak past my eyes song, life settled into air with suns they slowly rise at last the answers sought, discovered rest in my hands like water cupped sneaking past, through gaps unseen as all that is lies in between        if you stare enough, the stars will fall  down to the space beside you  if you wait enough, a voice will call  that seals the wounds inside you  life's fatal flaw- things never linger  they come and go, wood burns to cinder  words fade to silence, hearts beat to ache  one day we'll find we did not wake  we give and take  we mend and break  we kill

a breeze has blown both ways, yet i have not felt wind, substantiated. in and of itself, the thought is almost laughable. yet there's always something in laughter- maybe its young death, one of the rare and plenty good out there. but i am just flowing, blowing i am just breathing, smoke, simplifying i am the green awaiting a rain cloud i am the sun at dusk as the moon and i share a selfish sky i am the head, tilted dreaming and wishing, yet never tasting i am the road behind a second foot the sand tossed by a welcomed and utterly misunderstood ocean current i am the silence of a library without the might or certainty i am a

the wind of ages spoke today, of finite years long trapped in stone             how history has passed away             and we, we could not grasp its tone substance certained, heart bred life, its whispers heard of truth and strife.. bleeding questions, broken mold. meaning merely priced and sold. shorn and hanging by a string, a sick dead empty smelling thing, it's called humanity. where redemption's nothing more than un- bridled insanity a poison knowing not defeat, it has no antidote stitched tight into the skin, an evolutionary coat will someone dare to speak aloud that souls are better shed than worn? lie storm