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A Poem
you thought, you thought, you thought —
and all your words fell into flames
the moment i stepped through the door
how can you think there’s anything more to life
than the flow of words and these tentative gestures?
a pulse beat at the wrist, twined for two,
a heady dance of misgivings — an ethereal drug
there are so many winsome ways i fell into harmony —
and, oh, it was a lightning strike indeed
(and lightning electrifies even as it heralds
something might be amiss in the field ahead)
but the truth of it is
that we’re all looking for something —
but the truth of it is
that we’re all pining for something —
and these words don’t fall on deaf ears
(do they, do they, do they, do they?)
a million goodbyes could come and go
as winsome fires break and fast and drink a demise
oh, oh, oh —
we crept through the fields and knew something
was on fire
up ahead
(was on fire
up ahead)
and i walked alone (so alone, so alone, so alone)
until the day there came a light that made me think
there was
more, more, more
beyond
these pitiful days
