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You my pen poised

My ink, my ache

Sullen by streetlamps

Contained by leaves

I remember stories so told

That whispers where the knowing

Words guide

They do not answer

They lead to the stumble

In our search

I would have never known

Without

Without

The lies to sate the truth

The kiss of the wind

A star perched underneath streetlamps

The edged stance

During quakes of love

My mighty held through and past seek

Thy unpretension

Nor calm or callous

Less…the beatitudes

A prayer maintained for another's truth

Within

Within

The hold worth not fighting

The chess in the park

Our heartbeats the timer

Between plays and practice games

I found no rest in winning

Checking my mate

You saked all beginnings

For the instant always so few give away

I bide

The withheld

Held me

As the suns setting lets go of the warming

Bringing the cold

Without care for the night

The worth within

The dimming of day

I design not property or purpose

Just a stumble along the world's way