I stood there, arms out, bathing in radiation,
the three of us there - a scene, an act, a play
Do you recall that song?
It plays in my silence, my ear.
Its a unique melody, but aren't they all?
My solitude, my solace, eye fear.
I took you at your words,
another tart string of syllables;
it was moldy, but still
I bit into it, when I was able
Now, I can't trust the emotions,
they play games with my mind
and stay too long without permission.
So, take me as I was, was I,
if you can remember.
I've been holding back all this time;
trick or entreat.
Cheek pressed to a cold damp pane
toward slowly shifting landscapes
Overcast, new moon on
the horizon awaits
Memories of mistakes drift in, knocking softly as
I ponder discarded options,
hoping the second half will rally
making up for misspent years and
bungled efforts.
Wishing, planning, dreaming,
weeping
I don't want the strength an ox or a mountain.
I tire of being as humble as a lamb, or Jesus.
Let me exist as I am, unfiltered, unlike our world,
including my own image.
Before long, we are all gone, forgotten, and replaced.
But, the sun will appear
while nightlights scamper away,
those same birds will sing annoyingly.
As the last dew dries
mellifluous nocturnes will play out
and light will have its say
while breathing lifts my veil,
keeping rhythm with the tides
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