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I have realized
real eyes
are not surprised by
the lack of light at tunnel's end.
a mended mind
might find amends
when one minds light's longer lengths.
by night, fright is not wrought in danger,
but in unknown tones and timbres.
to be
unsung again.
in high notes,
we've observed an absence.
she was held hostage
like a gift in reserve
behind a line defense of serfs.
a red moat behind
a viking boat advancing forth.
with bloodied axe in clutch
the damsel's hand
is worth as such.
those emotions never felt
a single space before.
both understood
the knelt idea; which once was held
over their heads.
what awkward obstructions of social patterns
why must we be blocked into this nuclear bond?
it constructs blocks from forth we grow
and severs the water from which we flow.
those legs enthralled of hair
have trickled down your backs
and set camp
with stucking web.
Each spider played
itsy-bitsy
upon the unreachable of your back
and revealed each childish shame.
she's got basil dusting from her eyelids
and she tastes as such;
a recipe unique.
I can imagine
each meat of thigh
marinating in my irises for hours.
today i am drained
of tear ducts and river bends
empty arteries lie
amongst the floor of forgotten homes
there are no precious metals in the veins
the second volume
a sophomore effort
was made
valiant in second chances.
this new edition you
not the ordinary person that stood here previously.
carry your crosses
before you adorn your crown.
the summer's sun left everyone sparkling in the late hours
all revealed itself in the lakes amongst us
we swam in celestial focus
to find ourselves cleansed of the sludging sweat
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