Resentful of selfish sleep
That takes me from me
And gives back no dream
Just draws the curtains
Closed
Baleful whisper promise
Greedy insect tongue
The language of stones
Fall into dry fountains
What was only makes
What is more deliciously
Unspeakable

What do we dread to speak?
Intricate puzzle flesh
Fumbling furtive futile
Fixations
Foregone conclusions
We declare war on heaven
Flinging back
Carelessly fallen stars
And sewing our tattered soul
About us with bone needle care
Careful steps lest we
Catch on tomorrow’s window

The mirror stranger welcomes
Me to long tables
His grin is naught but teeth
My place is set with bitter fare
The cup filled
Take all you want
But expect nothing
Does one rejoice
Or despair
When one asks for nothing
And receives it
In such abundance

The closed fist is promise
The drawn blade is surcease
Draw the chains tighter
Seek winter warmth of
Tear rusted loyalty
Pride makes a fine mask
When all the rest has
Burned away to nothing
But dust tells tales
Trickle through your fingers
And count the seconds until
You can safely pretend that
All is well

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