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When all the threads are broken,
When all the vows are spent,
When every word that I’ve said or heard
Means only ... I repent!
When all ..
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If I had time to think
I think
That you and you
Would loom immensely
At this dream;
This wrecked and wracked wrong-headed,
Foot-sliding, step-st..
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When you pulled at the wheel with me
To steer our fragile ship of state
We nosed toward uncharted seas
But found our course within a lake.
And e..
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I have no words, nor patterns left
To spill, my dear,
No facile quotes, no wisdom
To dispense,
Nor any careless answers at
My time of year
All t..
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As night it comes down feathered deep
I turn this way and that, to sleep;
I stare wide-eyed this moon of mine,
Bright pennied disc, on my face shin..
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Your eyes bright, eager and trusting,
Where do we go from here, my son,
I spent my essence, loving and lusting,
Chasing a paper god, my son.
I t..
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So this is your warren of secrets,
Old thoughts, in a bright new world;
How long did you think you’d keep it,
Before it was overturned?
We c..
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From trench to trench
You followed me, to speed
My penance at the midnight hour of life,
Once all was lost, and mine the greater need
You came aga..
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At life’s butt end, I offer this, my sweet,
A long, slow burn to, at last, defeat;
A dreamtime reverie of old, gone ways
And sleepy wakings a..
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The heart is still, there is no pounding at this beach,
The river runs its course toward the coast,
And life, once lived by two, is wrecked upon the..
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