Mar 2014
for our beloved Rebecca,
one mo' time,
until the next,
one mo' time
taking my time,
tho propelling compulsion
not just strong, but un-denying,
but care, Muse, warns,
be taken
when scribing re
one of my chosen ones
when you are
drawing from, drawing down,
dancing, edged
just one whisper
away from darkness
in order to homage the
brightest truth
the girl driving the dust,
the girl driving
the Canadian plains,
looking ages ahead,
ignoring the rear view mirror of
no fun house past distortions
who am I,
unrighteousness confessional,
no father, original sinner,
that tasked I am, to praise or save
who needs neither,
for who but she
dings our dents straight,
and brings us this:
like a whisper, a snowflake,
or a reassuring smile,
dreams are fleeting,
and can blink out,
as quickly as far away stars...
embrace the free,
the moments unknown,
with uplifted spirits
and open hands
this then is the whisper,
so so so so
far away from darkness,
that now my compulsion
to the ground winningly wrestled,
when she writes
she whisks away,
she **whispers us away,
the darkness,
away,
from us,
like no other
one mo' time,
until the next,
one mo' time
taking my time,
tho propelling compulsion
not just strong, but un-denying,
but care, Muse, warns,
be taken
when scribing re
one of my chosen ones
when you are
drawing from, drawing down,
dancing, edged
just one whisper
away from darkness
in order to homage the
brightest truth
the girl driving the dust,
the girl driving
the Canadian plains,
looking ages ahead,
ignoring the rear view mirror of
no fun house past distortions
who am I,
unrighteousness confessional,
no father, original sinner,
that tasked I am, to praise or save
who needs neither,
for who but she
dings our dents straight,
and brings us this:
like a whisper, a snowflake,
or a reassuring smile,
dreams are fleeting,
and can blink out,
as quickly as far away stars...
embrace the free,
the moments unknown,
with uplifted spirits
and open hands
this then is the whisper,
so so so so
far away from darkness,
that now my compulsion
to the ground winningly wrestled,
when she writes
she whisks away,
she **whispers us away,
the darkness,
away,
from us,
like no other
(M/nyc)
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