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On an island
in the midst of the crowded city street
Traffic lights blink
as colored tear drops hit the pavement

One way signs
all seem to point in your direction
casting aspersions,
via black and white arrows

Sidewalks filled
with throngs of gawking onlookers,
mouths wide open,
peering from the side of their faces

The deepening sadness
leaves you vulnerable to prying eyes
leering at your flesh,
exposed to high rise windows

You hang your head,
chin against your unclothed chest
and you see not one,
but two shadows on the asphalt

Suddenly you are
draped in the finest cloth money can buy,
shielded from the audience
who now divert their attention elsewhere

Turning, you see a friend,
naked, as his clothing now adorns your body
and you feel safe
with him at least for the moment

and sometimes a moment is all that is needed

Each of us creates
that which appears..
This truth startles
yet attracts our daring..
Each longs to be free
of Newton's hold
but such freedom is
named as folly..
So we remain
waiting for grace
to bless our daring...

Sometimes the velvet blue night is a sorcerers cloak , prestidigitation
centered on my downfall , the pun of a hurtful joke , belted to the yoke ,
trudging my demons at the crack of the whip , a clipper ship mired in the
doldrums yet life has no braking system , it's a no replay theorem , no drain to open to whirlpool away , no script to learn of the coming days , no Madison Square Garden for petty songs , no oracle defining right from wrong* ..

Frozen fires laid en masse like burnt offerings
Shards of ice dove from White Pines , cracked into
a thousand pieces
A lone Bluebird alighted , she picked from the frost encapsulated
hidden greenery , a supplication for sunlight was answered
From that point forward I knew you were with me* ..

I clothe myself in
memories of you;
They're all hanging in my closet
my closet, my clothes, my bones
Yet somehow the coats that
once belonged to me no longer
block out the chill in my heart.

But my paper heart is stubborn,
It never learns,
It plays with lit matches
then cries when it's burned.

I struggle among the rubble
my own chaos caused,
a victim of a disguised disaster
and there is nothing natural about it...

Self destruction goes against
 **nature's laws.

Only the moon
Defines our day
With orbit

Only sunshine
Allows our life

Only our ***
Creates our people

Only your love
Made me whole

Now moon drifts away
3.87 centimetres
Each year

The night shall stretch
And die

You left
All at once

Only I cry
I cry
I cry