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grace
01:32
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2. |
love
04:08
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I don’t choose life, I choose love
I’m full, let me sink
Don't tell me my waiting was worthless
Looking towards you, no longer able to look out with you
No green dot of reassurance
there is none anymore
Knowing another person is less about instances of communication
Those quiet moments of touching with no words
The event, the encounter, the insanity of feeling
The atlantic a wall that you sat on the other side of
As if I could see you over the curve
Even now, 22 miles, you stay there
I’m closer, you’re farther away
Counting the containers, the layers of material
Air, skin, water, bone, drywall, wood
That’s love
May it consume me
May there be no hope
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3. |
june
04:39
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4. |
waiting
04:58
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waiting -
7 hours after, 7 hours before
wake up early to say goodnight
sleep comes from wearing down
tired of my heartbeat,
worrying about your posture
You are a dream
An apparition that appears
to me on a screen
Time tries to flow straight ahead but it fumbles
clumps up, sections of it hanging off
wanting to hang up and not on
in the present I still wait
I count the hours
how many between hellos
until they’re no longer desired
I count the hours
Paralyzed from fixation or lack
I am moored or I am just floating by
What did I ever have, surely not you
I’m screaming like Eliot whispered
life is very long
the terror of the promise of tomorrow
learning experiences, becoming… becoming
I’m waiting
I don’t know for what
I’m waiting
I don’t know for what
I’m waiting
the terror of the promise of tomorrow
Now each section of the cord still loose,
pinched at the intersections and interstices
pull it taught
still I wait
“…Life is very long
Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom
For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.”
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5. |
blotting
04:28
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Is it a stain, a cover or a dying
everything jaded, lost in the green
faith that is a performance is not faith
What I can’t imagine isn’t the issue
I will watch it play out day by day
pain fading from figure to ground
and not necessarily being any better for it
“I wish I could take a photograph of a feeling”
and then two tears, just two
wiping them away and saying
“I’m the one who cries, not you”
Don’t come find me when you’re who you said you were
blotting the creases and folds of memories
have I been erasing or highlighting
I’ve become invincible
no heroism, no unstoppable force
an immovable object
my inertia sustains me
something long and slow
put here forever ago
by forces outside of my control
In weakness I’ve found my strength
In apathy I’ve found my tether
Even as nothing any longer keeps me here
pain at least breaks the monotony
the general schema of stupid belief
Risks and stakes on the table
Everything else stripped away
Words that repeat of their own volition
drowning in the ones regurgitated often enough to surround me
just creeping up past my chin when I found out
It was always impossible
it remains
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Vera Cruise Minneapolis, Minnesota
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