three nights
three times
three
and then
it’s up
to me
they
don’t say anything
they
aren’t listening
but
one
shifted
and
turned in the night
i woke
with a
start
asked ‘is everything allright?’
before i chance remembered
before i
gave to flight
i tried
now i no more read it
than
lived it
that’s just the facts
the fuse
was dipped
then
lit
it glowed a good long time
in low light
the
higher the hang
the
more dead the ore
and
that leads directly
back to the corpse
have no
doubt that the logic is sound
the sun
comes up
just as
surely as it goes down
now if
you’d come in the summertime
when
there’s more accommodating ground
when
the sight doesn’t much bother
with the sound
and the
hills hold fate
in the
meaning of song
they know how to sing
how to
sing along
alone
and
undone
that’s
english
where
you feign death
the
pressure works
from
either end
to your
middle
muddled
big
pressure
waits
for words
understands
what is heard
friendly
chinese
two
hours
or
three
do not
use
this time
to
explain
use the time
to
reclaim the remains
introspection
is your
name
that
water was cold enough
and the
bottle filled right on up
but i bow out
hold
back
held down
it is no worry of mine
on a
black horse
for hope
and
through the kind of rain
that
only wants to be
snow
it weeps
then it moans
you know it’s time
for you to go
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