I walk along life's well worn path
I reach for your hand
Air is within my grasp
Songbirds of equivocal expression
Are my spirits band
The Suns' penetrating rays warm
Upon my allusive mask of a face
As salty tears flow as if in a race
Five months have past my love
Since your physical body eroded
And your dark soul swept away
No more suffering for you
Freedom has found you now
Five months has past my love
And still my damaged heart
Searches for a sign from you
But then you the unspiritual
Monotone, unyielding,phragmatic
Quiet moments filter my memory
Rectify the past I know I did right by you
Five months has past my love
They don't make band aids for broken hearts
Only time can heal
I do get lost most easily,
agreeably, I think.
To sit alone
in places most unspiritual,
becomes my boarding pass.
Goodbye.
There are no walls—
no time to measure,
I'm a child...
in Plainview, Minnesota,
a young adult...
in a theatre in Paris.
the queasy captain of a ship...
to sail the Renaissance.
And duly lost
within the shroud of peace.
Voices.
Yes.
What is my name?
Oh, yes.
And, yes, I live here.
In this house.
This "now"
pulled from the edge around me...
that I forgot.
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Grits overflowing on a flat range top..
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