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I
LOCKE sank into a swoon;
The Garden died;
God took the spinning-jenny
Out of his side.

II
Where got I that truth?
Out of a medium's mouth.
Out of nothing it came,
Out of the forest loam,
Out of dark night where lay
The crowns of Nineveh.
You say
I am turning
into the lady
with the large book
and CD collection,
with isolated friends
and few dates,
whose only love
will be a cat man
one day.
But I'm enjoying
my Saturday
with Kerouac
and kin,
dreaming of
yellow lines and
the open road
instead of
yellow lights
and bars.
Plus,
I'd rather write
these lines alone,
than spend my night
talking in code.
I got places to be, but no will to be there.
It does not take a blazing comet
or rounds of tectonic tremors to
pry our grounds open.

Neither would the giant waves lashing,
or the angry volcano
swallow us whole.

Torpedoes, tornadoes, guns, germs and steel
do not suffice in bringing our annihilation.

From within,

a cosmic revolution
-where fates change and stories rewritten,

and all it takes could be merely
a fraction of a moment missed,
a heart navigating on a compass
misaligned,
or another that ceased beating.
I think the thing I miss most about you is your laugh,
The way your eyes would shut
And your nose would scrunch up
And your head would fall back,
Loud cackles turning into silence as you gasped for air.
Your cheeks would turn tomato red,
And I know you hated it, but,
Baby, to me it was magic.
Your laughter was a tune that I never wanted to leave my head.

I know you're gone,
I know that,
But I still think about your laugh,
Hear it, even.
I want it to stop.
I want the laughter to go away.

Because, baby, I know you're not laughing anymore.
I took that away from you.
You want to see something majestic
I'll tell you where to find it
Look in the mirror
Its beautiful and majestic
For all eyes to see
Blood shot eyes full of tears
Caused by only fear
Please disappear
There is no reason for you to be here
If you only had a moment to live
What would you do

Would you you stand in fear
Would you feel sorry for yourself
Would you ponder on life

If you only had one moment to live
What would you do
You inspire me to write
I really Do **** at it
But i try
Because you inspire me to write
i stand outside the house
the only thing keeping me warm is the view of the city lights
for they remind me of how perfectly we are capable of shining individually
but my deeper thoughts often recall how blissfully we were
when your hand was within mine
& how we would effortlessly outshine the moon when we were united
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