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Intermission: Eyes Without Language

I see vacant

Brutal silence

Tone as dictionary

and I don't much

like eyes without language


I prefer the truth

of fingers

and the youth

in a natural curl

Smiles thrown

natural as dusk


I want my nights dark

My sheets white

and to defy myself

in bitter fruit

electrified on the barbs

of convention


My tongueless head

aches of release

tortured within

skin too tight

Can you give

a brother a hand

Intermission: Brittle Illusions

I've seen people age
the grip on their illusions
growing weak
their bodies brittle, antique

The river never ceased
to course and flow
as levees failed to crest
their talents seldom stressed

Across the pale limpid sky
processed our sustaining yolk
casting fatherly shadows
in forgotten windows

And those that remain
stand in coats
cold as winter
wondering why

642. Heading Back

Wormhole to Kulmyk

Intermission: Stand with Me

I stand before the vast forest
that shares my name
A tremor of doubt,
a sliver
will you come out

I stand before all
my infinity
Bound as bound can be
the two of us,
in Tennessee

I stand in the dark
before a path I cannot see
How quickly night fell
my head spins,
its own private hell

I stand, hands behind my back
listening to murmurs of branch and leaf
My feet move, my body doesn't
I remember a past,
wondering, if, it wasn't

I stand of face and crimson cheek
cold and wet with reality
I can't go back
nor change what was not
but seek a star, against the black

So Stand with me
of this I ask
and let's atone
what our minds conceive
for the mountain, ours, to own

Intermission: You and Me

I can talk
My heart can reach
But life don't work
that way

I had dreams
Hopes
Visions of how
it was going to be

Not sure who I was
kidding
Not sure why I held
on so long

But my fingers hurt
I'm tired of trying
when the cup I lift
quenches nothing

One day your phone
won't ring
and it won't be me
on the other end

And the pain
won't be mine
it will be ours
You and Me

Look at my eyes
you won't see a tear
those were spent
long ago

I wish you well
May fortune shine your way
and you see a smile
I see only in my mind

Intermission: Not in a Letter

It won't come in a letter
neither email
nor note
although you may possess them all

It will come in the quiet
in the night
A cold sweat;
In a faded sunset
Tepid water
and a gnawing
in the pit of your stomach

Your mind will race
without really going anywhere
and blame will be portioned
neat as pie

Sugar will fail to sweeten
Salt to spice
and the voices you hear
will be inside your head

Papers will pile
Magazines unread
Meals half-eaten
And Bells will toll
without mercy

Your smile will
never be the same
Your hugs, cold
lacking the vigor
of a future

Realization
always
leaves
the
light
on