Wednesday, September 24, 2014


in its all

from under your light
i am inspired to dream

and believe and believe
believe and try

but you are an an idea
some kind of ideal

kind of haunting entity
that i cannot capture

in words or otherwise
imagine it into existence

in such a way that my other imaginings
are not also brought to the surface

in such a way that i pretend
some thin places are not there

Hateful in an active way

hate. the way that nothing can be undone
it is the path to

where the earth is salted
and dreams bitterly end

undergoing their own involuntary selection
the yoke that puts all things beneath it

and rests in the complicated way
that all things become undone

and nothing becomes permanent
save, for the yearning

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