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Nov 2014
The Texture of My Soul
Shaking hands
I turn to friends and weep
about the loss that did not even happen
yet
To me the everpresent threat of it
looms over me
and to get rid of it I really would
have to get rid of my own self
In my heart's shelf there stand
a thounsand dusty photographs of loss
Once tossed and smashed
I now feel numb when I remember
How those kids left
Bereft of all that usually helds up
a healthy rationality I stop
and stumble
Maybe -
a tiny flicker burning in between the dust -
maybe this time it could be different
Maybe
this
time
there will be clarity
and - rusting in the chambers of my heart -
the images will softly leave this rhyme
and drift apart
just like they should.
Just leave my heart.
...
argh.
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