Feels

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He left 
Me
Alone
To struggle then break free
To wail before the calm did come
To despair until all that was left is hope
To see my own cowering shadow rise up
To be dust, dust again, then be formed
To learn I knew nothing
He never left me alone


Hope-Colored

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What color is it
That perfect depicts
Exhaustion of speaking to walls

The tone of tea-wash
The gloss of green bog
The palette of pinesnake’s slow crawl

It is and must be
The khaki-grey knees
The clear jades convinced hope stands tall

But could it be right
This midnight blue might
Be black and be white after all 

not known

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it is complete
it goes ’round and around
and it binds and bounds
encircles, ensnares
’til it brings 
good hearts down

the rodeo clown 
tires not from attempts
to dissuade to distract
to destroy
the bolting and bucking 
the fall of reason

Blown 

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The need to be not stricken
By the simplest song’s every low, strummed string 
The imagined scent riding the gentlest breeze
The hop, hop, hopping of some creature’s feet
Is great
Is doomed