I touch you with nicotine hands,
Hoping to be the balm for the burns,
This is what you wanted.
This is what we wanted.

I read the pages on the screen,
Showing you how to better fix yourself,
This is what you wanted.
This is what we wanted.

I am the ears and arched backs,
The shoulder, the left hand,
This is what you wanted.
This is what we wanted.

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The fear of your fear keeps me awake,
Wherever I am in my head I am still here,

The furniture lunges at me,
Vision is not relation,
I keep poise, brilliant but faint,
Your brother eases his mind outside the door,

You’ve been breathing uneasy for 2 hours,
What do you see in your dreams?
Is it calamity?
Or rather fruitful.

The loss of my sight is not the loss of your sight,
Dwindling between the morning hours,
You are safe, boarded up,
A most natural self defense.

It will prove worthwhile
For all intended parties.

Who is it?
In your person, in your mind?
How many of you are there to spread around?
How many are well guarded?

I pour gin on all of mine,
Wine and anything else that will pour,
I inhale cigaret smoke to protest,
And the ******, the bartenders and the grocery clerks never know they are in there.

How difficult to chose who to show in the daylight,
How they often sweep through the bricks,
Who knows?
Who cares?

Your life is yours. And I mine.
We’d better get to know it while we can.