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Aug 2014
If you were found only
after midnight,
by ones too gone,
young and wanting...
If you could travel
down the alleys
and empty streets
where great monuments
that you are only passing
weep under such a polished eye
then you will know
I am not here.

If you remembered
all of your heroes,
their likeness foreign
as the distance of heaven,
and you are ******,
and you're not with them,
Then you will know the reasons.

If you had woke to desolation,
not frightened
by it's sight or sound,
then the burning page,
poem, and the question
would transcend the shadows
cast where there is already
so little light.

If you were not deceived
by beauty
for so long, and perfectly,
would I have had you
in the throes of my great
and terrible affection.

If I could travel
down the lightning
of a whisper
to your ear,
would it make a difference?

If you were out for revelation,
this once without the temptations
of high parlor tricks,
would you sink into the bottle
as I have done

and not just in the moments that I appear?
A rewrite of lyrics to a song of mine.
Jory
Written by
Jory  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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