yours.

[theriveriswide]

hello, you

you know whom i'm talking to

i just wanted to say

and say and say

that i'm sorry

that things fell apart;

that bitterness grows on

plaster walls erected to keep out

the light

we're all masons, members of the most secret

of societies, guardians of the threshold

between "you" and "me"

and that's okay, that's okay;

we're only human

but humans such as we

can sprout ideas, and longings, and love

like trees reaching for the light

o'er a hundred years time

when you walk down the street

you marvel at how thick their trunks;

but it is only by that striving

they become as strong, as firm

as transient

for they, too, die away

and we use their innards in our beds

in our tables and microscopes and countertops

and our coffins

like they used to do in the old days;

rough wooden box, throw you in,

and the sound your body makes when it hits the bottom

defines "stiff"

and they'd toss some dirt on you,

say a few words,

and they were gone

and life went on.

and maybe that's what's to be learned here.

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cause you're getting a few sheets

made from these trees

in your metal mailbox this week

that may - nay - will

offend your sensibilities;

but know it's the first honest thing

i've said in weeks

probably the only thing

i've said in weeks

(and that's damn pathetic)

save for the walk home tonight,

rappin' about gravity-defying pebbles

placing themselves into my shoes

to wreak havoc and giggle like senility incarnadine

and as much as i try,

i can't stop talking.

for you always listen,

no matter what It has done.

and i am ever grateful

(even if i show it in strange ways)

but, whatever.

i'm off now, i've got sleep to sleep

and deities to chant to

and wispy starlight to listen to;

one of these nights,

i'll hear krishna call my name.