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On the edge of the end
In deep need of goodness
I fastened a cape
It had to be woven in truth
This time
Lest I fall from the sky

Electric and magic
Near-reckless sensibility 
Enduring and tender
Incredulous…ridiculous

Wary yet wanting of fire
I fastened the fibers of you
Wove them all through
Set you atop my shoulders
Then flew
And did I fall

Who Will See

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 If, as you smooth your hand across truth 
You find 
The soft 
Too tough
The silk covered, angular curves to places you touch upon 
Too firm
And you disbelieve
Then stay 
Tucked away
Safe behind the inky veil 

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Do not forsake my skin there

And fail to suffer my intellect here

Share with me the musings of men’s minds

The notions that so keenly captivate their thoughts 

Yet never escape their lips 

Except to hide behind polite banter, as if I cannot sense 

Something’s just not-quite-right

If idealists and purists we be, I count on you

Set the truth free