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how often
does the world
just disappear
the patter gone
only silence
remains
any day now
it will fall
and the beams
which supported
so well
will turn
to scrap
to collect
in the harsh
winter storm
what will you do
when I am far away
sealed
the box
blinking light
over the drop
curtains pulled
the mourners
a miracle
follow them home
and shake
their hands
maybe then
after they look
into the coil
of your eyes
will they see
how close
we used
to be
when the world
would just
disappear
and the laughter
would replace
the yelling
and the give
would replace
the get
in the quiet
in those quiet
times
we were never
far from
one another's
side
stick around
till the end
when the bar
is closed
for the night
and you're
my last
ride home
through the ice
poured over
the streets
like black molasses
I buckle myself
in
and it's a perfect
fit

travel
carry
the weight
high
on the beam
of your back
resting like
an old friend
telling a story
one
that you've heard
over
and
over
Grace gives wisdom

shade
when
does the heart
stop?
when does its
beats hunger
for more?
soft
the tough
of greatness
the failure
of the beams
to hold up
the house
regret stings
the eyes
of the furious
nature
to
try and remember
because
he said it
first
sitting
in the sun
small
special
spaces
that they
forget
diving in deep
with untrained
eyes
hit the water
then rise again
hopeful.

Time
be patient
the gentle times
will come
drafts over rocks
high and heavy
the blood
will be thick
and all that rise
from it
dead
to the world
gather
the strength
of the tribe
calling bells
caught
in the act
the fever
ran deep
it shed from
the land
wide
there is
nothing proud
about failure
hot and heavy
like a back alley
kiss
love unspoken
how do
we tell
each other
the
truth.

Gleam
whisper
a turn
curve
and nod
the picture
will come
soon.

reborn
i held
my feet
up
wet from
the ground
the coffin
stayed below
cautious
walking
back into
the streets
where i was
born
and later
died.

Lo-ve
my sun
and my moon
don't shine
without you.

P.S:
calm
the storm shall pass
Soon.
We
shall blanket
the world
full of stars.

bargain
there isn't
a light
at the end
of the tunnel
no soaring angels
to wish
you well
no gate
that opens
with shimmer
and shine
upon your arrival
how quiet
it seems
without
the
wandering
lustful
eyes
what sweet
secrets
they tell you
over midnight
strolls
give me
the moon
and I'll
pass along
all the dreams
warm
in this world.

hea-rt
be
there.
hold
my hand.
give
me kisses
in the middle
of the night.
Put
your arms
around me.
free me.

dead
I hate.
reaction.
assumption.
cruelty.
the kind
that tears
are made of.
the ones
that rupture
hearts.

one
the breath-
where the comma
lies
and lives
the pass
of bridges
through water
the empty soil
searching
for what it needs
to survive
speak
and I'll
listen.

Tired
why continue
on a journey
that is
so hard-
i keep
asking myself
long hours
into the night
the slow turn
of the knife

blend
hand over hand cross
space in-between up and down
shelve the book high crown

science
I don't
count the beams
I fold
the block

story
Make
what you have
into
a universe.

Sink
Road?
I do not see
the end.
Did it
pass by
while I
was sleeping?
Lips dry
the water
finishes
cold to
the touch.

damage
nails rest.
close a
weary eye.

vision
and while
I break
the cold
slivers
through me
like a
wide truck.

beg
press those fears
up against
metal flowers
in the soft petals
of the rain

cloud
there is nothing
to protect
anymore
no virtuous kingdom
no relics
of gold
these eyes
see simple-
Fools.