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oh, stillness. oh, heart. with your little paths that lead you back. yawning as tender. tired as a slap to the lip, a bruised cheek.
some thing that belongs to you.
honestly.
don't be fooled: i haven't forgotten. i know there was the pin, the picture, the black & chewed guitar pick. don't be fooled: even the letters i never read, i saved. an envelope fat with them, like me, that envelope is. full as a star, full as a god. watching, saying, what patience! what beauty.
just to be full & watch. with all of the willing, all of the willing in to being, all of the yearning, & of course the buildings, their hands & hearts yawing, their hands & hearts slipping to a stall. soft stall, that keeps us sane. just to wait, like that, there, in the intersection. just to wait & to be waited for, it is healing. cooling. to be so much present & tawny that way. what with all of the passion for death. what with all of the desire. we have it for our selves, & for each other, david. & for death. desire & fear both, for our selves, & each other, & death.
some thing that belongs to you.
honestly.
don't be fooled: i haven't forgotten. i know there was the pin, the picture, the black & chewed guitar pick. don't be fooled: even the letters i never read, i saved. an envelope fat with them, like me, that envelope is. full as a star, full as a god. watching, saying, what patience! what beauty.
just to be full & watch. with all of the willing, all of the willing in to being, all of the yearning, & of course the buildings, their hands & hearts yawing, their hands & hearts slipping to a stall. soft stall, that keeps us sane. just to wait, like that, there, in the intersection. just to wait & to be waited for, it is healing. cooling. to be so much present & tawny that way. what with all of the passion for death. what with all of the desire. we have it for our selves, & for each other, david. & for death. desire & fear both, for our selves, & each other, & death.