Snowing Now

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How would one say this most tenderly
Having taken a chance, a first step
Towards a clean slate

Brushed clean the old optimist’s talk of hoping to give one’s whole heart
For one’s whole life

An offer of a lifetime
Open hands held
Shaking for oh, so, long
Waiting crazy patient

Retracted now, reality calls

How should I say this most tenderly, liar

Enjoy the ride South
As you watch me
Enjoy the ride

Tutelage of Me

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Gazing past you

Seeking solace in the wint’ry blue, that I might not be forced to look at you

Teacher
Distractor
Attempted diminisher

Before your tutelage of me, recall
Blank pages you were
Poor and lonely were you

Now, you’ve your green

What I was born with, you have stolen and will die with, you pray
But, we know what we know

As does God





Spilling Out

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Imagine

Words building a ceiling
Slowly
Taking in hand an instrument
Carving in tender skin
Mantras
Misery you wouldn’t wish
Back upon the speaker
Tormented
Themself so clearly already
Spilling out is all they know

Survive

The Ask

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I know what I want
Should I first ask to depose the light?

Let it chase me round and round
Me — play hard to get?

But at this point in human history
For what purpose?

With time unubiquitous
If not now, when?

With stars and firmament acting finite
To what end?

Shoeless

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Let us understand the need

To scrub the endless grieving from one’s soul
Finally putting an end to such plague
To act as one’s own sage, and burn sage
Cleansing away for good any more weeping

Let us find a willingness

To pray for ourselves aloud, on our knees
Knowing we are our own savior sometimes
To be alright with alone
Because we are so tragically, entirely alone