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  Oct 2018 Eric W
wordvango
counting
the seams on the ceiling
rotations
of the blades of the fan
whirling
about centric focused up
around
outside of me I have to
because
I fear me I'm not all of you
me
the depressed trying to stay calm
amidst
chaos overwhelming angst
anxiety
I try zen meditate medicate *******
alone
ceiling seams eradicate thoughts
patterned
four by eight not well executed
not
meant to be so visible evident
eventual
I sleep sleep flawed tossing turning
onside
wish I slept face up sometimes
reclining
looming above not plaster  seams but
underside
daisies grass roots a granite slab
peace
or whatever comes after
this
  Oct 2018 Eric W
wordvango
I'm fjord
the Lord
of Baltrusol
the invincible
king am I
of shores
cliffs
the mores
all knowing
seeing
scores have
lifted swords
in vain
seeking my death
effortlessly
I struck
them down
I wear my coat
of arms
proud on my
bare chest
I shall
remain
the undefeated
the king
I am
Eric W Oct 2018
Fall below the sea, if it so ails,
I will stay here to catch you.
Take me, in ways and in flesh,
wherever you so choose to go.
Do you hear how the wind cries?
How the midnight air swells,
paint me pictures with your words,
and I'll paint you in mine.
I'll show you where this attachment grows,
how the flowing motion of your body
is laid into satin robes,
and when your hips so sway into me,
let's dig into these unmannered times,
how I long to find the ways you
wrap yourself around me,
what my name sounds like passing from
your lips softly as the day's first
light gleams off your ocean eyes.
Lift me with you, I'll take you below me,
show you where this visceral dance
stays within and makes
us so true
and right.
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