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Don't writhe in anger;
the world is always falling
and stars are ever-burning,
until they burn you down.
A circular waking
to shattered muscle in a sling;
to moments, tired and wrung;
The leather, tightening.

Drown your voice in the sea
to forget the viscosity
of words trapped in your hands
and on your tongue;
If the sky devours the earth,
or only a single fiber burns,
I'll be here with you, when it comes.

Maybe I'm burnt circuitry,
wheeling downhill.
Rising, and cracking,
and cracking,
and tearing,
and wondering if I'm real;
if time is just another pill;
where waves are born until they're killed;
why emptiness can weigh and steal...

Every moment feels like it's wrong.
Every movement is movement lost,
or spent repairing damaged trust
between the Sun and its ending hue.

I can dream imaginations
to push my body through.
But, when I wake,
there's me,
an eternity,
and then you.

I'll suffer every drop I drew.

Cut in two:

One swelling, one swollen;

Dried out and flowing;

Giving and stolen;

Breaking and broken

Arriving in rejected forms;

Fading from the sound;

A life of living hauntings;

An ocean leaking into the ground

The world is dark;
My heart belongs in a falling star.
My blood belongs with you;
I tell myself over and over
That nothing is too far.

I hold back my own ruin
Long enough to see you.
My feet carry me to nothing,
and I still tell myself I can make it through.

There is no miracle,
No providence,
That comes for a beginning

My gut gets tighter,
Thoughts get shorter,
Shadows get longer.
As much as I can see
The solid body waiting for me,
The tide pulls me away.

It will fold in tandem
With a sharp, unceasing wind
Loneliness and fear
The shock begins again

Torpor, kept in a cage;
The spinning sickness
Of a single day

I stretch a reverie
Until my tendons come apart
Compact myself
So I may crush my memories
And hold them in my heart

Will everything that falters
To erosion find me under?
I know it's star light
Being driven through my heart