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my heart is filled with sand
welcome to the world
of hidden things
i cannot speak
with any certainty
 
i am charged with
a lack of conviction
a list of offenses
of which i am guilty
in which i am conquered
 
someone once told me
it was all buried in a tomb
which is filled with bones
and your beautiful mouths
keep saying the right words
 
it is not enough; it is all vanity
a grasping after the wind
everything will be forever changed
woe to you, woe to you
woe to me

Just cause

I don’t I’ve ever been hated without cause. I’ve certainly done some things that deserve hatred. I’ve said hateful things to people close to me, and not. I regret that.
 
I don’t believe I’ve ever hated anyone. Not really. Perhaps I should make some lists. Write it all down. Set it alight. Maybe confession is good for the soul, but it’s a fearsome thing.
 
Sometimes forgiveness seems an impossible task.
 
I’m tired of having to explain. Or make excuses. I’m willing to listen to the words. Maybe I’m ready now.

be unmade

enact a surrender
 
your best efforts
may garner you an award
 
but guard yourself
 
every small expression
betrays you
 
the body refuses
to be mastered
 
what is this constant
relearning of “mastery”
 
i have no more flags
to raise
 
only the sign of a hand
a new magician’s subtle gestures
 
nothing remains hidden forever
 
every secret
is relentless

Silence

This is the poem
I meant to write. 

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It still has all the silences in it. 

Today I found a secret door

Today I found a secret door.
I did not open it.
 
Some things should remain hidden,
but not all things.
 
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I will trust you with all that remains unfinished.
 
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I expect to be with you again tomorrow
if all goes well.
 
There’s always a fight coming,
but I’m just happy you’re naked.
 
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Let me know when it is safe again.