| "Just I"If anything has sustained | | | | |
| | | | I open and pour them out |
| it is my memory of dreams | | | | |
| | | | I sift through scattered remains |
| that were not rescued. | | | | |
| | | | tender hearts |
| Dreams I held for you.If worlds can fall | | | | |
| apart | | | | memories |
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| then so can I.I hear distant laughter | | | | breathing |
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| in each and every sign | | | | eyes of laughter |
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| For I have resigned myself | | | | turned pale.______________________"Your |
| | | | Sorrow"For all this time |
| to let the vision step by.And now | | | | |
| | | | will it suffice |
| unnoticed | | | | |
| | | | the mud on the ice |
| but still expressed | | | | |
| | | | covering whatever tunnels are left |
| by sighs.If small things seem neglected | | | | |
| | | | to hide in? |
| by passers by | | | | |
| | | | You're weaker than I thought. |
| closed boxes | | | | |
| | | | Your thoughts enclosed me |
| with assorted ribbons | | | | |
| | | | 'til I finally noticed |
| no one will ever know | | | | |
| | | | the shade of your sorrow. |
| not even you | | | | |
| | | | Ahhh |
| just I.-----------------------"Tenderness"Is | | | | |
| there rain for flowersin your tenderness? | | | | it is only mud on the |
| | | | ice.--------------------------------------"Co |
| Are there little boats to floatin my pond? | | | | ldest Night"He said it was an instinct |
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| And water to trickle through little drawn | | | | the mirror on his face |
| lines | | | | |
| | | | and then he led me through hallways |
| on the sidewalk? | | | | |
| | | | of children |
| The heat beats on my heavy on my back | | | | |
| | | | misplaced. |
| and turns my disconnected mutterings | | | | |
| | | | Take your pick |
| into worlds outside my spaces. | | | | |
| | | | of any that you see |
| I only wish that you | | | | |
| | | | They're all here on display. |
| could imagine them | | | | |
| too.----------------------------------------- | | | | Then seething through a noose |
| ------"Pale"When did your laughter become so | | | | |
| vacant? | | | | he held up to my eyes |
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| When did your eyes turn so pale? | | | | my mind he held in place |
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| When did your breathing cease to mingle with | | | | and he said |
| mine? | | | | |
| | | | are you surprised? |
| Little capsules of memories...... | | | | |