Worries never suffer

There is nothing more effective than silence

To linger in sweeping shadows

One fence expands the length and breadth

Of where we used to be

Under a blooming apple tree

My love for you

My hatred for me

We leave it all where it whispers a song

From growing quiet

Still

The path of true belonging

 

I may be tired

I may be old

I may be sore

But sure has heck

Life doesn’t intend

To turn perseverance into

Long-winded remorse

 

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roaring through the stubborn

The morning tastes wet with images of you

I spark the day with thought

Moving pictures

A mind is not

The piece of meat

That you feed your lions

Give me one reason not to hate your perfection

The golden hair that gleams purple

In circus light