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There are words that are sold
by hearts coursed in hatred's false fluidity
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A pslam sleeping on the pages
of my deepened existence
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marble forms of stillness
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Mind the hails from within,
Take heed, humbled is thee
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Tossed by patchouli
sweat stained intimacy
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That pulled across me each time I spoke
Catch me if you can
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Memorizing frozen seconds
and trapping spiritual visions
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I sat down greedily
pulling the chair about my body
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They sweated out my opinions
and drifted across my melancholia
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Breathing in what could be a still life of inexplicabilities
Reaching towards parted lips and the teeth of truth
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Pulled awake by fingers
Gently asking me to see
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Kneeling in my sackcloth shroud
I let the rain push me to the ground
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Where will I be
When the catcher opens her eyes
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Carrying silted awareness
Spilled by glacial experience
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Should you let your breath
Fall quietly on the truth
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Head resting on stone pillows
Of unforgiveness and gifted guilt
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Wrapped in moments of despair
Palms supplicating and humble
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Pulsing notations of unwritten music
sheet music underscored by tracing fingers
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I close my eyes to them
where is it that I will fall
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Your words drip
inhumanity and vice
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Where will we travel too
Drifting unknowingly to hidden music
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Dare not to understand me
I will not be contemplated
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From the gift of self that Phaethon’s horses charged to my side
And I broached my back as a castle wall and keep to its gift.
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Words stapled and stitched to be forgotten
By times falsely flailing fingers
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the moraine and detritus of my life
the bareness of hot flesh
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I watched the morning light
It caught on her lips
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The taste of her tongue
Washed the edges of my teeth
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Voices of the lost damned by time and the Fates
Threads of life carelessly sliced by lightening and justice denied
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spitting dark clanging words
that ring sour and hardened
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Reality fleeting and camouflaged
Gone with ideas of picket fences
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The coldness of glass
Mirrored reflections of my heart
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Redemption washing me down
Confessions gathered
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Flattened lips on concrete
Succumbing to moist dreams
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I let YOU breathe infection
into sterile inessence
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