primed,
left alone since – held bound
and like that, at rebirth.by lsd
primed,
left alone since – held bound
and like that, at rebirth.by lsd
i’ve broken no sweetness –
it is tender when it is pure.
hold them such, as well you might
and like that, along the shore. by lsd
all forever – growths breaking soil like flesh
burnt lips like blooming
and like that, at rebirth. by lsd
preen – late turn toward dusk
under those same willows
that pry prairie petals upon morning dew
and like that, along the shore. by lsd
in return –
trembling room and wild licks,
hums throughout the house
and like that, at rebirth. by lsd
fear not – froth too,
water too, you’re all accountable now
and like that, along the shore. by lsd
it is heavy, that path forward
toward suffering – right ahead – take me such
for i am to be free then only, i think
and like that, at rebirth. by lsd
pressed against the truth, so deeply wound
though, eventually finding a rightful place in it
and like that, at rebirth. by lsd
where it’s from
just like that, then some more too
good measure and the likes..
and like that, along the shore. by lsd
breaths shine off my temple
warm yourself, against this burning chest
and like that, at rebirth. by lsd
weaving in and out
though, really, on ahead
and like that, along the shore. by lsd
it’s the feeling i’ve got right now.
but so often, how steadfast i should be. and the tired presses against the weak. the faint’ the brittle. come back to me, i would have to say so. even if it meant nothing to you. they’re just words. they burn some clarity away from assumption.
rightfully so, though once they are mine i make them what i want them to be.
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or do you not think those things? or that none of this ever happened? instead that i was just so wrong, so plainly false. that i lived something flashing along a blunt edge, something in passing I held so close. placed a mark so off i could not walk it back. and that you gave it no second thought. that you did not leave at all. that could be possible too, i guess, and time makes me only wonder. is this still brave? do you need me more at all? maybe you know just how much I can hold and have never doubted. so you do not worry. and when you come back, i would not ever have either. you would find me as i said, calm. patient. proper. because I’d be right then, that i was once again foolish. pretending to something foreign only totally. and that is why. like a return. something i should expect to happen. and maybe you would never ask what i did in the meantime. and we would not wonder. that I could tell you i will not ask you either. and that would make you certain. that you would be sure to never again. because we are bound. by some glad marrow.
in a breathless cadence
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for you to keep. i have all i can hold already. place them in my arms. like so. and it would feel like that i’m sure if this was ours. by lsd