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I offered my hand like a wayward invention
From miles away to a thought we did share
Cradled intentions on soft silken blankets
Awaiting your heart on the scent of the air

Merely a photo and words written freely
Every day when the sun it did rise
Checking the map for my own destination
I didn’t notice the look in your eyes

You asked for trust, which I stood to deliver
Puzzled in pieces that just didn’t fall
Curves on the borders disguised every meaning
Broken, misshapen in spite of it all

Still I believed we could dust off these feelings
Particles float in the light through the door
You looked away as you found it was blinding
Closing your eyes not to see anymore

So here I sit on a chair that is leaning
Off to the side where my heart used to wait
Seeing the sunset in tangerine sorrow
Crying a tear for I know it’s too late

Planet of Sphere. Ocean of Water.
Word of Mouth. Light of Day.
World of Why's.

Every other breath a question.
Every other gesture a fist
Shaken towards the skies, or palms
Tracing a hole of absence
Shaped as a closest one.

There are no parents
Treading this Globe of Ground.
All of us infant siblings, comparing
Perceptions in a vacuum of
Answers.

Sons and daughters all become
Not.
Fathers and mothers fall victim
To blood drawn from own blood
And remain as drained
Heart shaped shadows, if in any
Shape at all.

The only cure against loss
Is not being there to lose, or never
Having had any ones to.

World of Why's.
Men of War; each a Child of Mother,
Whether as living as childplay  
Or fallen as something that
Has.

I am strong enough to hold you
So hard you won't feel yourself.
Inside you, where you carry
All you love, though, is a universe
Away from my
Reach.

That is why they are safe.
Safe as statues, painfree as
Mountains.
And why
You never
Will be.