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coffee
stuck on the bottom
of the saucer
bearing tears
to feel the need
the need to cry
yet, i cannot release
no matter how i try
still
i can't hold back
something within
swells like a sail
caught up suddenly
by the suction
of the wind
like the sunlight
bearing upon my skin
my pain
becomes a tide inside
the one place i cannot hide
no, it is not pride
i am losing more
than you could ever imagine
though still i ride on
suffering a loss
no one sees, but me
perhaps
where did i go, you ask...
my answer is
as usual
i do not know
truthfully
as if it were to be lost
in places i cannot ever hope
or pretend to know
to defend
the surreal...
the storm inside comes
rising like angry seas
and who am i
to stand up alone
to the fury of the storm
what i feel i must do
as if...
from some imagined sin
which must be atoned
lightning strikes
am i mistaken
or is my conscience
the resurfacing
threat
and not the lie...
of a pretense
to be my sentence
a trial where
you don't have to be
a devil
to be sent to
HELL
one hell of a scene,
as if within
a dream...
somewhere
i'd never been
and would not know
if you'd warned me,
but you cannot
your lips are sealed
whether by chance
or circumstance
did i
find you
or did you find me...
untrue to what it is
we share
whenever it is, we care
not to get trapped
by the absurdities of others lives
and you as a lover of the dance
to find you immobilized
that will never do
as long as i am alive,
even as a ghost
if i ever
become spiritualized
NO...
the music i have heard inside
is not of you
IT IS YOU
come join me
if you can
in truth
rebel
in another sense
take my mind
let us
become entwined
about one another
in a higher sense
other than now
by unfinished arguments
in essence a lack of ability
to overcome our differences
and make greater progress
propelled by silence
and places i cannot enter
when you have made it clear
all is not well
am i to become a leaf
out of reach
of the heart of the tree
out of season
to survive
for what i cannot provide
for reasons of clarity
of necessity
yet, clearly
not apparrent
momentarily, in suspension
caught up in different dimensions
of the same universe
we toil along
on different paths
to reach for
and to seek
to grasp a spark,
while sharing in our hearts
a place of calm serene
between dreams
and the alternate reality
staring deeply at us
from afar
tumbling rapidly
down a sharp incline
we are together
to what end...
we do not know
still, to hold on
requires of
me and you
all of
what we have
together and apart
although our shadows
speak in wavelengths
of a distant star
in the hourglass
a sandstorm
has ensued
suspending all but the time
we have, left
to do what we must do
even while
being
immersed repeatedly
...in forward and reverse,
riding a wild stallion
holding on,
as if
survival depended upon it
knowing instinctively
we can't fall off
until it's over
for better
or for worse
we are
...parted
and as wind
no longer held aloft...
we are
once and forever
...lost
fallen to earth,
dispersed...
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