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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 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...

In-between the eyes and words Tight wires mind-binding bring and bend and break What could be over the spine of what was known But...

A real man, I think In flesh and blood Should be of a stature that Can caramelize onions An alchemists heart Birthed in darkness, caked...

I have breathed, easy as speaking Since before I could see the top shelf That the world was foreign cold and That I would lightly let it...

Dawn arrives in quiet fire Kept promise unmaking Before felled forever And after ever more I heard once, or dreamed, all the same That a...