gravity

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rarity
gravity           
       willowy 
s i g t h s

sensing
the
fears
that pierce
through your
body
mind
soul
and
thy
h 
e 
a 
r 
t 

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rarity
gravity           
       magical
n i g t h s

drying 
these tears
all sensing
the fears
that pierce 
through the
body
mind
soul
and
my
h 
e 
a 
r 
t 

* 
rarity
gravity           
       subdued
star
l i g h t

tearful,
silent,
day-dreaming
we stumble on
           willowy 
s i g h t s

*
drunk with
wild wonders
day-dreaming
we tumble,
we write, 
dream, still,
humble,

f  l  o  a  t  ,
     w  e  i  g  h  t  l  e  s  s  ,
t    o      n     i    g    h     t

ingenuity

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I gladly 
lent 
you 
my 
v o i c e

The one 
you borrowed 
while you
were still
learning to
s i n g

We played 
air guitar
with long,
restless
f i n g e r s

No music, not even 
random notes,
coming out of
those make-belief
s t r i n g s

With ingenuity,
we birthed
a lyric-less
and odd-tuned
a n t h e m

a l l   v i b e , 
             r  a  r  e   
 s  o  u  n  d , 

For this, 
our imaginary 
ensemble
of dreamy-eyed
s     o     u    l    s

free falling

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night of the monsters
land of the ghosts
fighting the dragons—
all the night hosts

flight or 
free-falling
at dusk—
such dark ride

wild and
sky diving—
a spiralling 
mind

night of the monsters
land of the ghosts
fight of the dragons—
by rugged coasts

flight or 
free-falling—
the sound of 
false tunes

those wicked 
noises,
all the sky
croons

play to deaf ears
through all glossy trails—
flight or free-falling,
smokey travails

night of the monsters
land of the ghosts
fighting the dragons
in nightmares they boast

flight or 
free-falling
at night—
such dark ride

all but 
divining—
a spiralling
mind

inside she’s smiling

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cold-blooded smile
and somber cues
you think 
you laugh —
but 
inside she’s
s   m   i   l   i   n   g

her fingers now
holding her
serpent brush —
as she dyes 
new days
with ocher
embracing
l   a   y   e   r   s

black stilettos found 
in her long-forgotten 
chest of time
nearly crying out —
barefoot days
a   r   e     o   v   e   r

while her canvas, 
fair
sets those

h

e

e

l

s 

alight,
cold-blooded
s m i l e —
stomping feet 
through
p    l    i    g    h    t 

her fingers, now,
firmly hold
the brush—
as she paints
new days
with ocher
embracing
l   a   y   e   r   s

high-heeled,
great 
shine,
warm-blooded,
s   l   i   g   h   t  ,

you think 
she cries —
but, 
inside,
s h e ’ s
s    m    i    l    i    n    g

ghosts & mirrors

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i tried too hard
to catch a glimpse
of your soul
on your 
fragile
m i r r o r

the one 
I forgot to clean
when I got
home
really late at
n i g h t

falling asleep
while fighting 
ghosts I’d only
heard about, 
not even quite,
i m a g i ne d

for they
never
really existed,
all but a fake reflection
of your silent,
deadly,
maddened,
b i t e

a subtle blind

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dreams are 
dreams—
these
dreams of
m i g h t

as
night
becomes
a subtle
b l i n d 

for storming 
ears 
and
fears of
d e a t h

and silent 
smiles
and 
rightful 
s t a r e s

I sing
I sigh
I dream—
We
d r o w n

those dreams
red nights
a 
subtle
c r y

and dreams 
are dreams—
those 
dreams,
t o n i g h t

will end
the affair,
and 
cover,
m i g h t

You sing
You sigh
You dream—
We
d r o w n

these dreams,
such dreams,
this
s u b t l e
b   l    i    n    d