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this is the moment promises are made lightly and i hide from view.
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some words were exchanged and emotions hard bartered for scraps of
meaning.
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i asked you to come home and spend whatever time was required to make
your way clear.
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lay down your burden at your enemy’s feet and find yourself alight.
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you are mostly empty space and light traversing the gap between hearts.
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then come take my hand and eat the words i lift to your lips with longing.
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the only thing known to shift story from whispers to a memory.
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this and this and this longing and desire for joy - a settled embrace.
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walking the slow path, i stop to smell a flower – a reminder of you.
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the way to carve space is to assign it new names and set it loosely.
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i only wanted this – this thing i now desire – this unending joy.
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your mouth, delicate, as it tastes this sweet nothing rotten at its
core.
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the way a shell breaks and light enters like a thief, each desperate
thought.
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and then the flag raised and trumpets sounding the depths as we brace
ourselves.
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my feet stand ready at a moment’s notice, fast – i will own this
ground.
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the earth will own me, will claim my songs as ransom, a verse to all
change.
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my face set like flint against or towards mountains and valleys and
seas.
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until our bodies press next to time and flesh weakens, spirit and blood
rise.
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again the promise to have and to hold and to never walk away.
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again the path, again the light and sound of drumming, echoing the bones.
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and thus I am known, and perhaps rejected, and perhaps too, embraced.
