Handle with care,
Fragile,
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Like a bomb.
9/8/2020

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"

Harvest of Summer fare;
lovers hand in hand
- a spirit dance.

propelled across the desert
on invisible wings
to break your fasting
at the oasis of your dreams.

i met myself--and it is possible

for completion to go on existing

as if it never happened.

want nothing from no one, to

receive your essence.

an island is not an act of defiance

against an ocean, it too is an

isolated everything.

that will read deep as it is read.

everyone dies alone, no one dies

alone--no matter what.