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so, breath down my neck once, twice caress the line which marks the end of my body and the beginning of it -- today i have things to talk about big, spacious heart prone to aching singing in stuttering even, poet of the heart, stop fishing, for the fish is not yours to fish out- quit treasure hunting for secrets as you fly off from country, I lay in the dark, dreams of dreaming, but my muscles are ready, like those of a young athlete, and your plane I'd see off with my eyes all the way to Athens for I have something to say to you, only the heart is scared-sighted all my friends elsewhere like beautiful sculptures and this summer is pained by the truth of us all dying singular& strict& deafening                            & defying today, walking past the church where I said my first prayer, the thought of magic arose and i wonder of origins; i think this is how it should be: i watch& i remember and as long as alive is one bit of me ,they'll never go and when they do, for real, left behind will be my words and rosemary will mark ears of those who listened also just how many threads cross also how love burns words onto skin in my sleeping, and i wake up to read them in my head i watch from here yellow field flowers grow to a techno beat, bewildered by such shameless heart magic
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Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 7:11 PM UTC
HEART MAGIC
so, breath down my neck once, twice caress the line which marks the end of my body and the beginning of it -- today i have things to talk about big, spacious heart prone to aching singing in stuttering even, poet of the heart, stop fishing, for the fish is not yours to fish out- quit treasure hunting for secrets as you fly off from country, I lay in the dark, dreams of dreaming, but my muscles are ready, like those of a young athlete, and your plane I'd see off with my eyes all the way to Athens for I have something to say to you, only the heart is scared-sighted all my friends elsewhere like beautiful sculptures and this summer is pained by the truth of us all dying singular& strict& deafening                            & defying today, walking past the church where I said my first prayer, the thought of magic arose and i wonder of origins; i think this is how it should be: i watch& i remember and as long as alive is one bit of me ,they'll never go and when they do, for real, left behind will be my words and rosemary will mark ears of those who listened also just how many threads cross also how love burns words onto skin in my sleeping, and i wake up to read them in my head i watch from here yellow field flowers grow to a techno beat, bewildered by such shameless heart magic
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18/Mosow Vatican
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 7:11 PM UTC
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