crushing
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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