I fear most being /
a fool before the universe /
when I could have been.
I fear most being /
a fool before the universe /
when I could have been.
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Will our hope return, /
or has the bloated sky, /
made one more refugee?
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Time piled up as sand, /
the edges, then the center, /
undertaking dreams.
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He stole her best years.
All he left her was his love:
flawed and cracked; she smiled.
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Our pockets empty
we compare mythologies
under the eclipse.
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Empty as pockets –
midnight to devastation –
we delude our myths.
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Is delight just a word
or will I find its candle
resting in your smile?
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Strawberry moon ripens, /
descending the night sky /
into fields of dreams.
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Love is not defined /
except by the open heart /
and pain at parting.
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The straggler grieves /
for the love he left behind /
fading into daylight.
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