Love is a whip
and life but
a flogged target
plump cheeks rosy with
regret
Anticipation
and defiance.

fate is the grease-
and the fire

And we are feeble
wicks
thus, as the candle flame
falters and spits-

I grow afraid.

when I go
I will pull the shades down
fill the moat
with the requisite
piranhas
I will put on my
Alone
stare
and cup our little
glowing moth
in my palm
and whisper
to it
whenever
I'm sad.

today I severed the kite string
so I could
instead,
tattoo it into my heart.

when I take the xray
there it will
be.
I promise. The metal line
or silken tie, (whichever you prefer)
will lie there
on the light board

I will put it in the sky
or in a field
on a bus
I will show everyone

We will see it from space.
and when you close your eyes
I will dance with you
in my mind.

no matter where
no matter when
no matter how long
because our threads
are that strong.

I see you in myself
in the way that your bones
are completely different and
the same as mine

I make your mistakes
in my future
and I made your decisions
in the past

and where you are the opposite
we are the same
uneven twins
upside down we are matched
mirrored and shaken in our
own steps
that even jive.

when we fall.

but are mirrored
in even greater synchronicity,
in endless silver halls
when we win.

I stand
in the sallow light.
shoes of Passed Days
upon my feet.

the knife of someone
Else's survival
clutched in
my hand.

wondering as I
run...

Will my Will be
enough to...

Get out of
here
Alive?

Too tall to
command the
world in
Napoleonic
fashion-
conclusion-
will
surely result
in some sort
of Complex.

Eat your
words-
when no one
is around to
witness.
devour them
whole.
swallow your
soliloquy.
digest your
righteousness.
descend from
the lofty steed
and See
Spot Run.