when the soul should be measured, tested, and put in the oven
On the road to places I forgot, I asked you to come along
I asked for a companion foreign to me
Trust I’ve only offered to the familiar austere delegates of a lost age
Time is no longer mine to lose, nor was it ever
A calm mastery of splendour and spirit in your eyes
An accent of blue sheathed in glass that will speak to me more then any word
I can say to you all that is
With a wish that you’ll know luminous forms that you carry before me
I say this to you…
April 29 2006 -sean hansel
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I remember all the scars
The stretched marks at the end of your spine
No one has held me with such disdain for hesitation
I still want to see through your body that is next to mine
See beyond and into the television screen
It’s full of jokes and yokes I can slip my neck into
And then…just fade away
Jan 10 2006 -sean hansel
I asked for a companion foreign to me
Trust I’ve only offered to the familiar austere delegates of a lost age
Time is no longer mine to lose, nor was it ever
A calm mastery of splendour and spirit in your eyes
An accent of blue sheathed in glass that will speak to me more then any word
I can say to you all that is
With a wish that you’ll know luminous forms that you carry before me
I say this to you…
April 29 2006 -sean hansel
............................................................................
I remember all the scars
The stretched marks at the end of your spine
No one has held me with such disdain for hesitation
I still want to see through your body that is next to mine
See beyond and into the television screen
It’s full of jokes and yokes I can slip my neck into
And then…just fade away
Jan 10 2006 -sean hansel