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Hands Extended Regardless
palms on ground
channeling trembles
into the asphalt
as faults form
and earthquake cracks manifest
in form of your basic
pain.
a walking disaster
after it's all over
asking
why we come back
to you.
then they wonder
why we whittle
to such thin blunders of men
when we fiddle all day
with a broken bastard
trying to tweak
his Fatherless joke of a life
into bearable riddles.
yet I remember
two shades of December ago
I was cold and alone,
trapped between the black and white
of half-sundown
and prone to the rundown of light
before it rained
a flurry of poker decks --
and I reached out a hand
to upturn
the King of Hearts
when seemingly cardless...
I had
for too long
pulled a curtain over the Author's fire,
yet still it burned
until now
regardless...
