Bird song
Lost in words
Drowning in fragile silence
Face becomes real
Ether drags down
Sleep like lost memories
Calling out
Breaking down
Skin bursts in goose
Pulling up
Minutes to distance
poetry
Desert spirits
Home is a harsh place
It’s beauty is a bowl of sky
Lit by fire twice a day
Stark
Minimalist
Thoughts push through
Fighting for survival
Here flowers grow
Scattered as they will
Instead of by design
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Destination uncertain
tempted with sunshine
cool weather
Instead rain
But cool
And so green
In the desert
There is much beauty
And trees rise like temples to life
But
Not like here
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A place remembers
Here I am
In the place of my wanting
Empty
Painful
Pictures of what might have been
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One breathe takes another
Wide smile bursts to grin
As all hearts burn
So does joy through lips
Speaking as translation
Fierce
Hopeful
As a bird little seen
Emerge out of sun
Grant audience
Oh child of joy
For I have forgotten
What you have discovered
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Departing the light
Caution breeds
Egg casings populate
Drab halls
Pupate steps taken away from safe
Away from sleep
Each step into unknown
Fraught peril
Drink draught
Last cacophony before
Senescence
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Ends and beginnings and ends
What grows when thoughts of possible
When all seems bright
Expansion begins
Rooms long closed open
Thoughts long dust and dusty
Rejuvenate
Hope bursts as bloom
Fed fat on spring and blood
These rooms pass time empty
Doors swing shut
Sighs like lamentation in the downstairs closet
Sleepy forms just waking
Turn over in their uneasy beds
And at the end
I dwindle
To bared steel
Sharp eyes
And a heart once whole
Thrice broken
And slowly
Slowly
On the mend
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Storms whimpered rage
Wall of dust
Come swallow me
Let me disappear within you
Flay flesh
Flense to the bone
This vehicle has outlived usefulness
I’m ready
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Hard to see when you are lying to yourself
Stumble fall
Anxiety dissipates
Leaving the shattered remains
A broken puppet to its designs
The lie
He tells to make him feel better
That it was all anxiety
That it wasn’t his fault
But it is
It was
Pay attention
Wake up
Done
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Ugh
There is no poetry for how I feel
No cure for distress found in words
Nothing will suffice
Except her
True talk
Fuck
Pelgris 