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I want to look as empty as I feel
see a beginning

travel to end

i have been

some where else

the journey is over

my steps were fallow
I’ll find you in another life
I promise
singing is the song
song the singer be
in any other world
but a world set free
To me
I am yearning
Her turning
Her head back to see
In my imagery
Visions of us
In eternally
Wandering trust
Reaffirmed in a gesture,
A word
A display
I can’t wait
To embrace you
And next to you lay
Every night if I have to
Be glad to
To the unruly mess
Of your hair
That we make
To escort you again
To consort with you
What my pen
Can’t report
In these letters I send
In darkness
we protect the light

In blindness
we perfect our sight

In battle
we secure the truce

In doubting
—we ensure our truth

(Dreamsleep: January, 2023)
she stands there,
wind through her hair,
dazed and unaware,
numb and hopeless,
a broken goddess.

she stands there
waiting for time
to fade her away
into the dark, cold night.
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