Heart, Broken
I am Temporal
Converging on this space
Then dissipating.
My Heart
Drives me onward
You are Place.
Fragile.
I press myself to your chest
Your tiny heart
Beating like
the wings of a bird
Lower.
You taste like a peach
And I hear the Mermaids sing
each to each
And Now We Are Free
And all I see
Is something
I want.
to Kill.
I catch
The unnumbered sparks
that fly upward
And hold them in my hand
like fireflies
Until their light fades
and their bodies still.
Their souls
like the wings of a bird
escape this world
Moving upward
And Chaos
And Erebus
Into the dark winged night
I say goodbye.
to Father.
I say goodbye.
to home.
I say goodbye.
To loveless hope.
And hopeless love.
I hold onto you still.
In my dreams.
Fleeting.
Haunted
For you are Living through me.
Like an avenging angel
that turns itself into a sun
You whisper light
and warm
The unending cold of space
which calls me
And then falls away
into a circle
That I now
no longer
belong.
A tree girdled by a heart
cut with an arrow
Falling
If a man says something in the woods
and no woman is there to hear him.
Is he still wrong?
Converging on this space
Then dissipating.
My Heart
Drives me onward
You are Place.
Fragile.
I press myself to your chest
Your tiny heart
Beating like
the wings of a bird
Lower.
You taste like a peach
And I hear the Mermaids sing
each to each
And Now We Are Free
And all I see
Is something
I want.
to Kill.
I catch
The unnumbered sparks
that fly upward
And hold them in my hand
like fireflies
Until their light fades
and their bodies still.
Their souls
like the wings of a bird
escape this world
Moving upward
And Chaos
And Erebus
Into the dark winged night
I say goodbye.
to Father.
I say goodbye.
to home.
I say goodbye.
To loveless hope.
And hopeless love.
I hold onto you still.
In my dreams.
Fleeting.
Haunted
For you are Living through me.
Like an avenging angel
that turns itself into a sun
You whisper light
and warm
The unending cold of space
which calls me
And then falls away
into a circle
That I now
no longer
belong.
A tree girdled by a heart
cut with an arrow
Falling
If a man says something in the woods
and no woman is there to hear him.
Is he still wrong?
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