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you look up...a marriage lock of the eye and then you're gone again. In just one day, all has changed.
(For her it won't make any difference, she cannot remember even the earliest seconds that have passed...so thank god for that)
...but as for the rest, well...rest...untie the rubber-necked chicken disgust...lay it down...to rest...
And as I watch as you waver, your strenght stuggling, (as they knew it would)...I secretly clench my hands to form a tiny steeple and pray for you even though you refuse to acknowledge any presence of faith...
you are somewhat selfish, an existentialist, riding wild waves of carnality, breathing every last breath with an air of "crazy"...
how much of the world's weight do you believe you can carry? again, how much is it you think you can take?
A poor blank stare and you're back at square one.
Another dive in the wrong direction...god...what will we do?
Familar voice tugging me back...I'm coming, I'm coming, do not worry...
Last night I dreampt that I was feeding you metaphors (as words-for-food)...telling you how you only cared to eat the scraps, as we only knew how to eat & wanted the "entire". This "lack" was your iniquity...
I wanted you to "eat" more...You knew that there was so much "more" for you.
But you no longer had the eyes or appetite to desire it.
You no longer wanted what was best...You had settled for what was "expected" instead; more or less.
((we sat across from each other and we hovered in toward one another...as if we were keeping silly secrets from the rest of the world...and it felt as though I'd be able to "reach" you))
but to no avail...your eyes went gray and you could not make sense of what it was I was trying to explain.
What is it that you expect there to be left when you come back? When you make a grand return?
Do you expect an army of valiants waiting for you "just-like- so", with arms that have been scarred and severed by the fall, to just gush and sing with joy???
How do you expect there to be anything left when you walked away from so much? Where is it you thought this would lead you?
{{Trust me, I may know.}}
There will be nothing left, once you have gone & come back ....
You turned your back long ago...
(For her it won't make any difference, she cannot remember even the earliest seconds that have passed...so thank god for that)
...but as for the rest, well...rest...untie the rubber-necked chicken disgust...lay it down...to rest...
And as I watch as you waver, your strenght stuggling, (as they knew it would)...I secretly clench my hands to form a tiny steeple and pray for you even though you refuse to acknowledge any presence of faith...
you are somewhat selfish, an existentialist, riding wild waves of carnality, breathing every last breath with an air of "crazy"...
how much of the world's weight do you believe you can carry? again, how much is it you think you can take?
A poor blank stare and you're back at square one.
Another dive in the wrong direction...god...what will we do?
Familar voice tugging me back...I'm coming, I'm coming, do not worry...
Last night I dreampt that I was feeding you metaphors (as words-for-food)...telling you how you only cared to eat the scraps, as we only knew how to eat & wanted the "entire". This "lack" was your iniquity...
I wanted you to "eat" more...You knew that there was so much "more" for you.
But you no longer had the eyes or appetite to desire it.
You no longer wanted what was best...You had settled for what was "expected" instead; more or less.
((we sat across from each other and we hovered in toward one another...as if we were keeping silly secrets from the rest of the world...and it felt as though I'd be able to "reach" you))
but to no avail...your eyes went gray and you could not make sense of what it was I was trying to explain.
What is it that you expect there to be left when you come back? When you make a grand return?
Do you expect an army of valiants waiting for you "just-like- so", with arms that have been scarred and severed by the fall, to just gush and sing with joy???
How do you expect there to be anything left when you walked away from so much? Where is it you thought this would lead you?
{{Trust me, I may know.}}
There will be nothing left, once you have gone & come back ....
You turned your back long ago...