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WillowNo aging willow,Willow by AKMV420
No snow in your shoe,
No first rain,
No cold shower at midnight,
No life within,
No cross upon your chest.
Silver touching body,
Chilling, freezing, sunlight,
Silver passing through reedy fingers,
Collapsing onto the palm from which you feed.
The scent of curiosity still lingers,
Tossing, turning, a tear from eyes, crossed, they bleed.
You bleed; the floor is your home now,
The shackles; the wall is you bed now.
Your eyes; they carry no light now,
The collar; your name is Crystal now.
draw lines and give them names
as they are discovered
Or etch into our skins
this soloecal desire
until it is impossible to tell
where words stop
and life begins.
Find a common rhythm that includes
you in my arms, my hands
and lungs and thoughts
tracing the outline of you
entangled with me
colliding like two lost particles
locked in a shared gravity
drifting through the vacuum
In Search of PunctuationThe exhausted traveler hung his
on its hook, dragging his eyes across
and through the curves
looking for any signs of sharpness
or flatland meadows; somewhere
he might rest.
He found nothing but
rhythmic swells and
the faint hands of an impresario
crafting the journeyrock
below his feet.
I suppose." But his cellular
structure was ringing
in his ears,
demanding audience & sleep.
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