She asks if I am OK
I love you then,
well if that is true when all is well
I feel the ominous Clock, like the raven
like death, the breath of empty space
We are freezing together here,
when we huddle together
our skin entangles and soothes,
you are pure
I feel it with the glide
of your hand. You touch
You heal.
Gravity sinks us down lower
to the world of family,
to relationships
to morals
to father time,
You're running from me,
you probably should.

you can come with me and we could
observe everyone. every piece
all of what is around
we see it we can
have it, if you just come
i would die another man,
knowing your touch gives me my cure
gives me you
and i sit
drink
alone
your heard me and understood, you
felt what i felt and--
inherintly knew of its meaning--
my,
our hearts are vexed
played with
tampered by societal constraints
we sunk
come with me
we could watch the world sink
into oblivion,
instead

We stole from each other
a long time ago, and perhaps
thousands of times
our ideas,
our lives
without the masks, or rather
with them, laid out,
explained
the magician folds
the illusion dissolved
like the black sky
we drift around aimless,
is this the way.
my heart is still
bleeding,
smile my baby,
i love you.

How far have you gotten
since you left, where could i find
the meaning, again, i though
i had it already, i guessed
does she remember our mornings,
ours
only
the breeze through our porch
in summer, God summer.
i failed shes out again
has she found what she
is looking for
can we go
back
now
or is this
it, cant be
i will steal her back form this world
i will reach through the stars and grab
the impartial clock and stop time,
just us on our porch
tea
you turn the page on a book you borrowed,
i stared off,
so perfect

paradise has been claimed
by the force of the world
stolen from me
like all of my being
now drowned by by the wave of
present.
I will be there for you,
i never was.
i am now, so i feel,
here left like all of the world to
tend for my shards of moments,
preserved
archived
saved
we bleed a million times
by each others hand,
what could we possiably have
done.
fear wraps its worldly vice
it grips me, and i must go
keep
my escape to paradise
or just the feeling of your love,
and mine.

I should do something
i think
maybe the world will just end
and the clock just ran out
eventually
at least that way we could value time
value
so lost in this miserable space
infinite
black
chaos absolute madness
rationalizing is for the minds
it is cordial,
friendly,
but what then-
left to dwell here trapped
ensnared
mared by experience
to know makes it worse
then, you.

I can feel it, I
know the emotion,
like every other emotion,
worldly,
maybe
divine-
it swells high over the visible horizon,
it is invisible.
it dwarfs the infinite of the cosmos
it reflects through our lives
everywhere, the steal.
the world sees it in adknowldgment,
like Colossus,
cast into murderous weapons
self afflicting
the dagger
the arrow
its own destroyer,
with time.