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"The Way We Fall"

In you I have found an elaborate joy.
In the way we fall,
With slow, gentle, grace,
Like diving birds
Practicing the utmost surrender.
Are you still drunk on the holy ghost?
In my dreams I float through walls,
I can't understand you.
You are constantly crashing,
Like a waterfall.
Through you I am used
In all I do
When I move it is only you.

"End To End"

I cannot escape you calling for me,
If I run you are forever before me,
And I resist.

The closed circles spread wide,
Through the rippling rings of time,
End to end.

I may exist
As a swan floating among lanterns,
Surrounded forever in light.

"Hack"

What do all our cameras see?
Do they capture it perfectly?
They are silhouettes of a memory
I cannot keep you in.
They fail to depict the touch of our skin.
They can’t recreate the joy in our laugh.
So, we feel no closeness to these shadows they cast.
So, what do they hide, what future devised?
Does malice move behind a mechanical eye?
They see only our likeness, our longing disguised.
These images recollect mere shades of the past.
Eternal shadows of all the things that don’t last
Does a lens understand what is beyond the glass?
How can we be known in a universe so vast?
Only at the end, we comprehend what’s begun,
And we will build a temple upon the face of the sun.
We are a key on a kite, reaching for power.
How terrified was the scorpion the bat devoured?
god tried to understand fear in eternity.
And understood through you, and understood through me.

Go on, play dead.
Lie in wait for the culling.
I am constantly reaching
And continually falling,
Sometimes tell me I'm not a burden
And i will pretend to believe,
As my naked soul dangles—
Between the poisoned tree and eve
Temptation whispered before it had breath.
In the hearts of mankind it proved,
Sweet is the fruit of knowledge
With one mouthful removed.

"Wrought"
5/22/2019
Will my voice forever remain unborn?
Through the ages of this world we adorn,
Unspeakable things that die in the womb,
Parish like words spoken in empty rooms.
Blind are the windows and deaf are the walls,
Unheard are the whispers, the chants, the lulls.
Paint an ocean on the ceiling, spatter stars on the floor
Death is a hallway and life is a door.

I smiled when I found this crumpled in a jacket I barely wear

On days like this, I remember
drawing pictures
and writing you poetry
before I visited the
place you worked,
it was just down the street
from the library.
In the most still room
the day looked colder than it felt.
From those high windows
I looked over the busy street and I wondered
how I could ever lose you.

Now our love is like a pillow fight
We laugh
And we laugh
Until someone falls off the bed

"I Go On"

Perhaps the truth

Is altogether unknown

Like a prayer

Left unsaid

I exist

As senseless

As a sea urchin

As mad as the breaking tide

It is not for myself

I go on-

But to be known

As dark and as deep as the ocean
Is profound