A silent walk
Down lonely halls,
I like to walk at night.
I cannot talk, that is for
The side that faces light.

That banner
Flapping in the wind outside.

I parse through fetal art,
Seeking life by candlelight.

I only see
I only see,
By candlelight,
By candlelight.

Water up to my ankles,
A wake that wrinkles my brow.
A coward sleeps in the library
While the books all fill with water.

So what makes me any different
From a driving rain
Or the free-fall of a dead leaf?

One wave holds us all--
How should I adjust my shape?

We are all alone in these places,
Forced to feel neuronal activity
And reconcile apes.
I will be pulled through
But I'll move objects
And change fate.

And then one day you sent a dove,
Which won a piece of me,
And brought it back to you.
A place where we can both live
Away from floods.

A place where we can look out,
From ourselves,
And see good in the world.

Tell me,
How do you feel about it?
The expression of feelings
Is a powerful force in the world.

And surely,
It will shape its twisted face.

That's a dumb poem

I might not have liked
The Beef stroganoff
But at least it was food

I might have vocalized
That I didn't enjoy
The flavor of nutrition
But I had energy to utter the words

Getting a little ahead of the game is up to you
But it's good to remember it
When you have three
Square
Meals

I hold you like my tongue holds sugar, it's wrong

You are more than chemical
We are special animals

I hold you like my tongue holds sugar
It's sweet.
It's honest
It's animal
It's chemical.

I broke my mind on the world
And so much poured out
And it's bitter
And gray

But some of the soup was sharp
And had taste.

To turn on--

You turn me on, I shouldn't
Take you for granted--
You know,
I'd never cheat.
I hold you like my tongue holds sugar
It's deep
It's good
It's right
It's sweet.

Your unfolding, muted under the trodden Earth
Held priceless blooms in musical form,
Petals I caught with my silver net
And took into my mind.

I can still feel the echo and the wake
Of your presence here
I still have the smile, nested crescent in my eye
And my ears stuffed full of songs...

What is Diamonde to me
And where is John,
Reflections and compliments
Like gold flickers on the waves

Oh, the songwriter is gone
But the song lives on and on.

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