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turmoil
Pollen laden bees dot the ground
Fell asleep tired and woke up to the buzz
You know it’s coming
It always was
Delicious delusion makes way for real
Sweet summer thoughts have no place in a winter heart
Honor like lead weights drowning
Unshed tears and accelerated heartbeat
Sadness of the lack
Standing tall
Bent like a reed inside
The minds a contortionist
Wrapping itself around its own needs and desire
Calling them real
Before they burst in cut glass shatter
Pieces embedded deep in open wounds
Made and remade
Lost in dreams of might have been
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Twirl slow turn
To want for wanting
A simple kiss burned through with needing
Desires unrealized for the dreaming
For who would kiss the flame
It seeks to devour
To transform self and else
But needs a fuel for burning
Having lost all truth itself
Comfort and steady
Steals the hope from our hearts
Holds just enough
Just barely
To keep one foot in front of the other
Forward is the only way to go
Complacent whispers a story of good enough
That in the night rings solemn
A mournful bell slow to wake
False ring and disappointed half smiles
Never quite forgiven
Unable to forget
Just kiss and wake me up
Slow acceptance of a beaten
Beating
Heart
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Problematic
To be many things
Torn in different directions
Not respected for the core
People don’t believe
But the world rolls in
Blindness and disbelief
Notwithstanding
Words weave but not well enough for art
Just a blind dog snuffling in the garbage for scraps
To see is to know
But the truth is rendered silent
It does not echo what you hold
In your heart
Easier to fight than to build
To break than to Mend
Though the field must be burned
Before seed will again take root
Pelgris 