(no subject)
I am lost in the reasons for you
I have gone to the place where I hold you
and climb over the ruins of where you belonged
and I have no affection for leaves anymore
and I stare as they weep and spread over the floor
there is nothing that I as a child can do
you will walk on your feet and sip milk from your bones
for how rational I've made my choices in time
no one sees in my mind and I've swept my insides
with a dream I'm believing as far as my thoughts fall
cross over a stream without stopping for
I cannot learn where the water might spread to
a purpose of mine has been sleeping in symptoms
upon every hour a cowering fear will preside
to imply that a thing is collecting our minds
without love and I hate the first thing that you do
in a bed where you burn up in pieces
I found your unrest and I strangled your sheets
with the words I have practiced for you or for anyone
pressed against breasts and the organs accomodate
under the spine there are none that preach reason in life
how the blades fell when they understood what death was
under orders that never have come from themselves
do not try and the blame will escape
you and I feel the abdomens; hundreds of years after everything left, if there ever had been
if the days did not push us all stampeding off of the world could we turn and see plainly the secret
inside moving moments that no one can stop them to find.
I have gone to the place where I hold you
and climb over the ruins of where you belonged
and I have no affection for leaves anymore
and I stare as they weep and spread over the floor
there is nothing that I as a child can do
you will walk on your feet and sip milk from your bones
for how rational I've made my choices in time
no one sees in my mind and I've swept my insides
with a dream I'm believing as far as my thoughts fall
cross over a stream without stopping for
I cannot learn where the water might spread to
a purpose of mine has been sleeping in symptoms
upon every hour a cowering fear will preside
to imply that a thing is collecting our minds
without love and I hate the first thing that you do
in a bed where you burn up in pieces
I found your unrest and I strangled your sheets
with the words I have practiced for you or for anyone
pressed against breasts and the organs accomodate
under the spine there are none that preach reason in life
how the blades fell when they understood what death was
under orders that never have come from themselves
do not try and the blame will escape
you and I feel the abdomens; hundreds of years after everything left, if there ever had been
if the days did not push us all stampeding off of the world could we turn and see plainly the secret
inside moving moments that no one can stop them to find.