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Poetry

Reality

Reality strikes hard, sometimes.

The pain.

The pain of others: it tears me to the bone.

The delicacy of life, its precious petals.

It all aches within this lithe human frame of mine.

Cold impermanence.

Startling truth.

Fragile life.

Sometimes it tears us.

And I know you don’t want to,

but let yourself see:

sometimes it tears us.

I will hold you when it tears you.

I will hold you.

I will hold you.

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Poetry

A Silver Breath

I have craved your whispering goodness.

I have known your shadows deep.

And here we sing

to a tender memory

of scattered and tumbling

diamond dust.

A silver breath

of life

incomplete.

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Life

Aching Memories

Catch your aching memories

and hang them in a tree.

There they shall be beautiful,

for all the world to see.

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