August 1, 2012

• i have been given to flight
  to failure
  to death in small doses

  to answers
  i already know

  to the drink
  i have not had
  but will

  to the words
  i have not written
  but rattle around in my head
  waiting to fall out

  to empty

  contents under pressure
  still thinking
  still seeing

  and this is how i push weight

  like paper
  like simple ink
  like love

  without predisposition
  or heaven
  without hell

  still formulated
  still there
  just not fully thought out
  exposed
  or made to order

  no telephone numbers
  no half truths
  no dreams
  just silhouettes

  bandied
  tied
  and kissed

  until forever after
  falls into fairytales
  cloud’s delusions

  and you and i
  sitting together
  holding hands
  and remembering

  what we once had.

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