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Time

was getting away

Time
was traveling through space

Time
was balling into wax

Of ear dirt in the mind.

At the break

Neck,

It warped the world-

   Interstellar-

      Intergalactic-

         Interloper-

Break neck into your arms.

Kisses, a candy of crushes

Wrapped in coated yesterdays.

You can’t mean that-

That you are gone

And I am here.

What means you to hit the high road

Alone.

It cannot be-

   It must not be-

      It was the scene-

Cut and deleted like the control v

That it was,

Defeated and deflated,

On wings of storied lightning bolts,

Storied in minds of

Men.

Lock the door

To the heart,

Why try again.

The pain-the pain,

So saddled in gore,

Glory to all, and-

The goodnight he said-

   The Good night he said

      The good Night he said-

In a finalized democracy

He took into his own hand to

Decide what is right.

It’s a collaboration

Not a solo project,

I said.

Correct the situation

   Correlate the situation

      Calibrate the situation.

She tires and wearies

And bids him

Fare

Thee

Well

Farewell farewell to

A near month of sorrow,

Of
Fear of confrontation

With an analytical

Destroyer

of resolve,

Seducer
of good intentions,

Hot lips of caresses,

Your work is done here

These aren’t the droids

Youseek

And care on into the night

In passion and in fright.

Fear of the leaving-

   Fear of the staying-

      Fear of the ground leaves-

Buried deep in the soil,

The fresh smell of the rain

Into dirt

He’s still,

Gone.