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Brushstrokes In My Brain


O these times
These lonely, lonely times
Of a single tear falling
From a broken, crooked eye
For the meadows sunk in shadow
And shadows that each day die
On the tar road turning homewards
To pink hearts falling from the sky
O these people quietly standing
Waiting that single boat of hay
Here are lovers with their children
And servants with silver tray
All waiting to be carried
Somewhere in the ocean
Where faces are not of plastics
And even fishes have emotion
O these homes are now softly falling
Like snow on winter’s eve
Left faded to fill a dry canvas
With damp colors smelling new
And there is no one to wake the silence
And no one to hold the door
Only brushstrokes that breath to say
We are here for you are not anymore

Ascendance

And slowly we all
Shall fall asleep
And know no more of each other
Or of those who knows us no more

But the stone shall remain stone
The sea shall remain sea
You shall remain you
And I shall remain me

Yet we, the us, that immutable thereof
Of shared spaces
Of pendulum breaths
Of eclectic existence
Will change
Into dust
Into wind
Into silence
And rescind
Motion by motion
Memory by memory
Till all that is left
Is only the sense of leaving

The Half Past

It was half past ten
In the broken clock
Light flooded from the bathroom
Vintage; as if streaming from another time;
A past not yet undone by dialysis,
I laid ankle deep in silk
The shawl around my neck and feet
Splitting me in two tragedies;
Naked and none, while
The feathers of my pillow whispered in their broken flight: “Do not close your eyes or all that you fear shall come alive”
There was something in those words
That left me speechless
And so I slept
Wide awake
Breathing only for breathing’s sake.