That Which Makes Us

That which makes us

Art 

     full 

In this month of transition

heart 

     full 

All our yesterdays

ear

     full

As summer gives way in August (I found myself and didn't love him)

hear 

     full 

Shadows form and dissipate 

eat 

     full

In this month of transition

great 

     full

On mists of winds of change 

earn 

     full

As summer gives way in August (but I'm trying to love him, to love me)

yearn 

     full

And life is full of poor players

old 

     full

In this month of transition 

hold 

     full

And tyrants and repugnant degenerates 

ick 

     full

As summer gives way in August (but love is easier when it's not said in a mirror, when it's said to someone else, at the start of the day, at the end of the night, before during and after play)

trick 

     full

But good wheat among the chaff 

ion 

     full

In this month of transition

lion 

     full

Reaching out for safety or security or to feel connected 

man 

     full

As summer gives way in August (I realised too many hard truths. The ones I had buried. The ones I had "lost" on purpose, by order of my ego for self preservation and self contamination)

human 

     full

Until we all fall 

one - tranquillo under breath (two three four)

     full

In this month of transition

lone 

     full

Until we all fall 

alone 

     full

As summer gives way in August (though now we are in November, and I remember and forgive and look at me different, the me in the mirror, the one I find hard so desperately hard to say face to face with partition between us, I love you. But we're in November now and we'll be in November again and maybe just maybe things will be... )

and 

     full

Until the fall

stand 

     full

standalone 

     full