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Monday, March 7, 2011

Reach Over

Reach over
     Desolate frigidity between white
Folds break the comfort
of soft darkness numbing like vodka.
the valley is - empty, no warmth remains
where once emission covered me
     Nuzzling into my neck, arms clinging like love
no more the sun gently
my eyes -- sullen, wandering, sighing
     into the pitted chasm of - broken beating.

Foot slips out of protection
landing in reality - solidity - judgmentally.
     Il n'est pas içi.
     Il ne sera pas toujour içi.
     Je l'ai deja vu.
A black void
opens -- I fall endlessly as the sun
rises to be so alone in his sky.
Standing naked.

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