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Oh but love dont flinch I will not let it touch you Heart of mine Please, stay with me a while and dream Tell me of your sorrows My sea is vast and deep Be human here and now And I will hear you, I will see Ill cover all my shards and edges You'll never even guess I promise to be what you need And in the morning fade to mist

From time to time Between the endless always and forever I will read a poem or See a face mid song or Cut myself on a broken piece of Someone's art and beating heart I so rarely feel alive Like that which is Unspeakable Are all these words just so much rope thrown out to sea? The writer died, Ill never tell them Touch them, know them These moment carve me and Die in my throat unswallowable life made wrong, by god or self same difference Can let go of this life Unbitterered?

The eyes I met were always clouded Not seeing me but Some part of me writ large A version of me thay was needed And all the love couldn't reach me Letters sent to wrong houses Buckling under the strain of Stretching too tall for legs that crooked A role I knew by a heart I kept beating Through violent CPR I hate that heart and its lies Its blood that stains my shirt Its refusal to die Feeling pathetic that My fear The engine of it all is That when I finally ta

In the ours after dreams Sifting through the flotsam of My slow receding mind I speak to you Or ghosts of you I carry behind my eyes And practice how I'll say it What words will fit you best When I am gone to join the wind And you to hold the rest I wish to leave with you some truth Some tidy wisdom from the act But I know that all Ill leave you is the silent, bloody fact The truth is bloody living and I have forfeit breath and bone And my final words will only be The sile

Love me as an anchor loves its ship A heavy chain The ground This soul was never settled dear My sails were poorly tied Hold me tightly, love Lest I become the sky

I have searched the faces of mountains and lovers For a god I could never misplace Found only and over By the gravestone I've made for Is past Again at the mountian Once more with my ram Praying that this time He will stay my hand

Away or, interred, the bellow of youth So ready to spit fire into the night All thunder and purpose and reckless momentum Took flight? Now, longer in tooth I feel shorter of sight Building fires to warm, a cigarette, a rite "Lose your head to your hand or to ghosts in the night." Beg Prometheus to spare you a light