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Dec 2014
I saw you,
i saw you dear
hazel eyes they were
in their beauty i stood

but i looked away
and they left me there
standing in the ocean air

gusts of thoughts
and waves of knowing.,
chasing me back and forth
soaking the soles of my shoes
and holding my shirt
up to the moon

offering all i had
pockets empty, take what back?
nothing to give an ageless comfort
living among the stars

there's little here
no stories to heed
no sage advice hidden
in this stripped down
voice, noise, sound,
nothing worthy of want
or success to envy

there's only a desire
to find something

hand it over, into the gifted
unknown,
fingers unbending and needing
a small possession
of emotion,
appreciation,
presence

to fill the absence
cratered on its own

kept alone in a memory
guarded by time
and the constant belief
normal is as normal does

straight lines and ordinary minds
run wild with the times
dressed to the nines
to feed the eyes
clean, manufactured lies

look away and you forget
how to be a white lie.
Maxwell Mirabile
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Maxwell Mirabile
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