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  • I have spent a life
    Trying to find a life
    Less troubled by violence
    And fear.

    Torn intentions
    And blame
    Hesitation and nothing
    Sleepless emptiness

    Here silent vigilance
    Here black-eyed shame
    Here dazed by emotion
    And here insulated with
    Chary clarifications,
    Cousins to careful
    considerations.

    But
    on those
    occasions
    when
    touch brings color,
    Unthreads apple-colored suns,

    When wide-mouthed and sky-colored winds laugh losthappy leaves

    In these moments
    Movements
    Standing
    Unresolved but
    Complete
    When
    Touching delicately each other’s
    Sorrowful lips
    or
    Trembling as mightily
    As our frames
    allow

    We you I
    Get lost in the joy of words
    Get lost in winds

    Moments such as these
    Irresponsible
    wild as shaking Flowers, Glittering
    like brook salmon
    in abandon headlonging themselves into oceans

    We you I

    And all the depths these grievous
    unjustifiable injuries
    have culled
    - our Hollows, our Basins -
    now
    sound Song.
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