a dead poet's last draft
- as i am here, unfinished

the leveled howl of unformed chords
- as i am here, diminished

standing at the mouth of a Father's Dream
- as i am here, shaking

the withered heart of an orphaned kid
- as i am here, breaking

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the Maker dancing giddily around
as his river grows rapidly into sea

i keep terrified hanging from the banks
asking "what is it that you want from me?"

inquiry burning in the sun
alone, it's a rhetorical one

answered by my writing here
Tomorrow is a ghost i fear