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Away or, interred, the bellow of youth So ready to spit fire into the night All thunder and purpose and reckless momentum Took flight? Now, longer in tooth I feel shorter of sight Building fires to warm, a cigarette, a rite "Lose your head to your hand or to ghosts in the night." Beg Prometheus to spare you a light

Who was it taught me that truth was in the roots? Ever and on alight like clockwork Sure that this time I'll find myself neath the ashes, in my bones A rite of my own hands crafting perhaps The religion of you with all its surety In life after death

This heart Heavy as the sea, pulls Downwards Against my fluttering feet On calm days and those Beaten by waves Swallowing my days and years In silence Endless above as below Empty as Mirrors

How many times can I fall? First sight, again again Pitched forward towards you Dreaming drunk or Delirium

Small feet mine, uncalloused and unlassoed Plod scuffled and pawed the halls a'night Adorned in silence The filigree of dreams Nameless and holy so In shoes I moved about the sidewalks and Sideways talk of Budding barbarians and clumsy youthful hearts Always slipping out before the end I knew better place not to be Formlessheavy Now a tourist striding somber situating What parts of mine were forged A gallery of portraits from Strange angles and stranger hands

Again again again again Agon eye loose the plot Indus tree, us unmade What deserts In habit? My soul? Pulled telosward to the wait Of gun in hand Of exhaustion lungs Ends and words and Did I sentence my self to a period Oragamei cant knot, and no longer fathom I dream I will be as the wind once Hands lie Or a star upon the edge of dusk Word for none and less than even A life takes itself to, sincerely, Period

You cannot hold the light of day Only hold you hand within it Grasping shadows Releasing Rebirths Renews As every heart before you...