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Wednesday, June 19, 2013

No One to Retrace My Steps with Me and Ask If I Remember


It can't be said that it can't be said,
And I, for that matter, would rather instead
Wake to the basics which fascinated,
Like cherishing burns and returning to bed.

The light in the cave overlapping the mind
As dreams, ever-tapping, come up from behind.

Bedded by a slowness of thought,
I empty my shoes of reminders.

spider in the road wandering between
slivers of woods in velvet dark green
like tentacles gripping hard against stone
warning of danger beneath what is shown
the shadows in flight swollen ignite
the moon the road and charming delight
black cage sways burning above me
bizarre as voices that echoed they love me
sweat on the mouth and mud at my feet
a hug from behind as only you’d greet
whisper my name your breath gives off heat
you flee to black water through fields of dead wheat

Then again, there is no again.
A glance at the face of the state that we're in,
Lost now forever to predilection
And dreams that dissolve just as they begin.

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