I
am
here
to keep
the man
going and
to make the
man see the day
and to hear the night
as it rings so fiercely toward
our ears, and makes us stop and
together, we realize that it all remains
the same.  For keeping this thought as one,
seems so simple, but the hill seems so high to
be falling down, makes it all seem so very steep
and to think, that we, as one, could fall from grace
so easily...it scares the feelings of being good from my
body, and makes the night seem long and full, and dark.

positive
energy

 waves

through the pine trees, peace
is in the trees
pieces of our trees
following the dirt
rode
a sihouette
to heaven
in a dirt-
y palm
tree

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parlor   air smells of  
   antiseptic and alcohol    
               while the white gauze chair      
         *sings a        sirens song        
of    
pleasure      and pain    
                     painting reflections of myself on  
a living canvas greens
blues purples yellows
mingle freely                
with the red                  
     ink drawn                          
from my                        
veins from                    
another br                     
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