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The bridges I’ve crossed Are now jagged and useless islands Gradually, crumbling to sand But their pillars will stand Long after I’ve frittered the strength To do the same And they’ll speak for me In hushed and loveless refrains Until, they fall to my depths
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A timely wind Will someday loosen my grasp On these fatherly branches I will treasure the moment I glide To the river below, And its swift unraveling of time But I will mourn When I’ve finally lost sight of home, Of the leaning tree That has shed its last leaf
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Idle time brings me to a simmer When my desperate stride Has withered to a crawl Hours expand and I sink Into the bleach stained carpet, Beneath ivory trees and giants Who groan and lament My column of smoke will disperse by first light Before these gods can rain down Their once secreted affection
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She sped my life up I couldn’t stop her, The language of denial Had flown from my mind She sped my life up And I didn’t stop her, The very thought of stalling Was too frightening to bear
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Before I’ve even struggled to my feet She is prodding me to life And onto finer things While her world is alight I thrash in the dark, with an arm outstretched As I lunge to the east, Within the heart of a dream She too extends through the haze of dawn Toward our fading divide…
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Serpentine weeds Have coiled around my throat Tightening, to the pulsing rhythms of dread They are born in the shadows of a nightmare When the rivers in my mind overflow With months of rain They hunt by day Behind the precious masks I lift to the watchful skies They scheme in the dead of night…
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You are sound asleep through a storm As hailstones pelt the roof’s gutters Surrendering, to a deepening calm You will awaken restored To a piercing white light, To a blast Revealing endless shades of green
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I tread alone among the splinters Of a sunken raft, As a fleet of royal ships Steams away, without a sound
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Sometimes, all that can be spared Is a lifeless stare And the shrug of defeat Some days we march home In spite of our deep lacerations When the heavens grow heavy and dark Some years take decades to shake And they thrive in your stomach, Denying you a full night’s rest Some eras bleed out,…
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She arrives in paradise Where a lone road branches into many; To be hunted By the devils she once fled from Their melodies pour Until she wearily slurs in tune And she’s forgotten the toll Of her ancestral voice She’s falling, From the fading barrages of a war, Into the opening salvos of another
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