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& holding on.
never felt so strange.
what's giving to me?

to know they've walked away.
alone.
conquering lands.

into me.

into me.
they chant.
sevens divided.

a blue wash of lust.
embracing me.
fileting me.

butts on softer notes.
ghost kids searching.
for death still burning.
Tragedy
Three hours until I'll fall in love again.

Drive through the river black. Crawl home & ask, "Would?" to all strangers with foreign coin. A royal breath to understand this sadness. Steel risk sets a new face for this journey.

Lover, a hole opens in the universe & we step lightly to the side. Heavens pour forth, searching for this true love. Rapture is born & we taste it's clean purity.

Monstrous fumes bellow, their source, a simple treasure chest. Inside, the flame still burns. Sun-scarred eyes. Love steals the rot from my bones, a simple frame keeps me here.

Take in this amazing night.
Tragedy
& I.
& I retrieve one capital memory.
of fire dancing in my youth.
a flesh not mine searing.
& no flame genuine.

& I lie down.
on porcelain grains.
visions of smoke.
a stench.
a desire.
a dead circuit waking.
my brain knows defeat.

& you,
ask me,
if I soar?
beyond great lakes
& before steel corridors
above a muddy fortress
& below bell colored carriages.

there. above.
or below. but with me at least.
at last you rest.
at last you're warm.
they watch, they sing & I mourn.
I wake & we sleep.
on beds of white leather.

& I.
& I walk.
& I run.
& I see.
& I translate cosmic mysteries.
& I revere your pain.
Tragedy.
Come, tumble into sleep, you'll dream with ease,
Bid this empty room.
Slip weightless, if ever I grasped you,
Except in my shame and your cravings.
Tumble in circles & fall to your rest.
Still my trick begs your deliverance.
Twisting my ear.

Your breathing levels and my trick struggles,
For a detail missed, one sign unseen.
Sweating, shivering in my own contrivance.
Lost to me and void to you.
We will not touch.

As I open the door, my trick ever stays.
The grating of your laugh and the dances on your eyes.
Narrowing darkness into the thinnest strip,
I am once more light,
The synthetic stripes.
Tragedy.
As in cargo ships.
Fear takes pictures below.
My heart lies in stone ballasts.
Saving letters.

I burn it down.
Burn it down & walk away.

Correct.  
Ate, now sick.

Years ago fruit grew.
My wound grows skin with wine.

& she burns.
Price payed for pale beauty.

Still alive.
My torch home.

I search for my children
Frozen in winter's grace.
Tragedy
walking down childish roads
i weep spotting something rotten
a tree
& i wonder before tying my shoes
in a church
guarded by senile eyes
i think to myself
why must i hold
in my fleshy heart
one becomes itself.

& below after years
of walking & soaking
structures & small
soiled gatherers
i see teal stained pages
smeared red, white
with the doings of our past
only needing a page in books
to breed fear in rosy hope.

looking before as a camera wants
we fly into the upward
quickly with enthusiasm
a smile etches our glossy face
& we see me
someone is here on my road
i stay calm
next to me sets the biggest
jaw i have or will see
sure there are greater
in numerous numbers
strange unfathomable flanks
ranking from mine
created from my rust
& our immense patience

seeing or realizing
there are strange silences
between the peace you held.

no.
Tragedy
These are required.

Our house was broken into while I slept and died.
Poorly vented incontinence.
People begin isolation from teachers and students.

Some holding children hands.
Some who hack away their friends.
Husbands, girlfriends, etc.
Unaware of their children.

the farthest branch.
assures us there is life.

where chatter swells in sight of gold.
where a raccoon sees clouds, but no sun.
the moon reflects
lifeless, controlling planes & folds foreign.
even if so
his reach would only meet his grasp.
but it can not be this way.
the clouds move & swell.
protecting us from ourselves.
from bizzare nebulas & unknown entities.
harbingers of death originating
from our silky cigarettes & lean machines.
inside the heavens, golden & blue.
beyoned the heavens there is a degree of souls,
all souls asking each other & us the same questions.
why this way?
if you loved me,
it would not be.
further into God's home,
the things deep in his rivers & far down his roads say,
if you loved me, together we'd stand.
the cobwebs run behind the shadows placing my hand near sight.
i see divine, everlasting life.
how can it be so?
i do not move mountains.
my blood does not course from me sweet as wine.
i am here as the jaguar.
black as night.
untouched by morning's warmth.
unseen by our sun's eye,
who stays my eternal enemy,
yet always in my heart, my sleep.
alone he sits.
far away.
telling us forever,
never tiring,
if only you loved me.


the copper straightens itself holding mountains together, shiny veins
the trees speak in the language of survival, cells
Tragedy.
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