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Colm Nov 2020
Of all the flowers a bee could breathe
And visit in secret
Without nest or nectar knowing
You all the opposite of calm and to be expected
Smell sweetly dulcet and intoxicating
Being ever drawn back like a buzz
As only you could ever be
Colm Nov 2020
All of the hopeful desires to be
Cannot be
When I see you there
And in the future unseen
See
close to one's chest
Colm Nov 2020
Fitfully, I'm am the frosted earth
Cold as winter lace falling songlessly
Looking up at the sun in surface, longingly

How I wish to be a bright furnace now, fiery  
Holding fast to the solemn heat abound
Hopefully, within our bed to be found

Yet I am cold
I haven't been beside someone like that in YEARS. Miss it.
Colm Nov 2020
Feelings like rain
fall regularly
flood haphazardly
and last sparingly

(on this human floor)
"My warrant is the Word of God--
Naught else is worth believing."
Colm Nov 2020
At each unending end
When the night is darkest fair in the eyes of men
And the sight of it becomes meme
Whisper nothing but dreams
Breathing it's something of value
Into the ears of the dying day behind you
Good night and joy
https://youtu.be/eisW0skJ9fU

6-12-8 / 6-8-12
Colm Nov 2020
Music patters everywhere
Underneath little feet and rain alike
In falling, falling, falling out
This sound it pours directly from
The trumpet of my soul
https://youtu.be/yB8o-TiofLo

I'm tired.
Colm Nov 2020
The best thing is. At the end of the day. It ends.
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