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 May 2010 Brad J March
Jeff Moats
No one knows how deep I feel,
How much I love you, no one will.
My heart feels pain, so deep because
I keep thinking of what once was.

When both our hearts were intertwined,
You gave me hope, the future shined.
But now we've been apart so long,
And everything has turned so wrong.

Now it seems we'll never be,
And through my eyes I'll never see,
How can I be naught but sad,
When you were all I ever had?
Spectrous aberrations of youth
Surround him, embrace him
Leaving him disoriented, dismayed
Amidst sultry belongings
He’s tethered to that pole of vicissitude
Draped by disfavor
Postmarked Valhalla
Addressed to Folkvangr
Teased by irreverent lovers
In pursuit of contentment
His chronicles restart
In an unpublished testament
Bound by leather, cows unfettered
One lifeless body stationary
Crimson streams part chalk-dry lips
As love’s guillotined victim drips
His future’s fortune forsaken
Willingness to triumph in battle
Leaks from this dimension
With each fluxing discharge
Of her stream’s outgoing apathy
And his fluid permeates alluvium
In streambeds near life’s summit

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