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I do, for you,

laid still

I remember to hold back

the smooth

                                    edge

while my neck peels open a

pink valley

the river running red

and the canyons forced

ap            a            rt

you             shoveintomy

tight

unlocked box

stealing all it’s glory wrapped

trinkets

moving mountains to get a

clear view

As if I bother you

and one more will undoubtedly

come

more gracious, precious than

both of us

tracking motion

sinuous

covering up the sky that once

connected-us

But the split in

oc            e            ans

tides of war

within perhaps just

MY mind

brings destruction

to mankind of perspective;

two times infinite

which we all cannot escape

I’ve tried!

It goes to the one who holds

d

o

w

 n

barricades

hovels full of truth

though ancient

I DO

want the chance to drink from

the king’s bowels

to smear his grin on my foot soles

and suck the bastard’s lungs to a paper

crunch!

She means well

and I mean too

or should have

or one day will