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Heleli Jan 2023
cut it out like mold
the rot, the stone
burning a hole
the blackened roots
in growing hiss
the lake of tar
its shiny twist
cut it out whole
the flaming coal
make the new fire sweet
Heleli Jan 2023
Flesh to fire
is how we start
and half of me dancing
punching rythm
on your bruising chest
I want nothing left
but the motion
in the core of the sun
a scar over your heart
and limb to limb
is how we part
september 2021
Heleli Jan 2023
After the collapse
I could have a house
I'd build it with my hands
from what pours out of them and
whatever I could find
Shape the wood with my bare brain
Everything there made
and loved
and the knot unmade
january 2021
Heleli Oct 2020
My arrows reach almost
so high where my mind lives
and fall back down bearing
smithereens
My tiny sirens
heaven-haunted
July 2020
Heleli Oct 2020
As she was young and carefree
at the dawn of men
The lace that draped her body
both godly and profane
For hands to grip, for hand to rip,
someday for his to mend

As he was young and sickened
at the dawn of life
He promised, warm and shaken,
sitting by her side
To stay if she would have him
To touch her if she liked

Under shadows of many kinds
the lonely lovers lay
On grasses green, on asphalt overgrown with weeds
a thin layer of sand
The distant planets in his mind
all gather for the dawn of time
The galaxies in waiting
and their mysterious design

As they were young and ready
for the rumble of the land
Her skin remembered nothing
but the kindness of his hands
March 2019
Heleli Oct 2020
Bonnie before Clyde, Clyde on his own
Twist and turn and racked with bugs
Fighting sleep and giving up
The constant strain of the unknown

Losing focus on simple things
Notice the stillness in the frenzy
Life in such a small place is a matter of scale
April 2018
Heleli Oct 2020
Song for third class and empty rows
Song for you missing from me
Song for night time in a capsule
For departures and arrivals

For love promised and never found
For corridors I roamed around
For killing time in the meantine
Before you come around

Song for you at my station
Song for glances stolen slow
For narrow doors and swaying motions
Song for sleepers in a row

Song for days in slow motion
Song for home after the trains
For the bug and the visions
The promise of speed again
March 2018
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