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We’re indiscriminate

At least that's what they said,

Described us as the tide crushing blows

You suffer just before collapse

In the early hours glow,

The growing and shrinking 

of that possible partition 

Makes its way to the grown up's table

Then swells in it’s juxtaposition

I’ve sent these thoughts below

Boxed in amber 

Sunken deep beneath me

Only to have them plundered

Wake me up when the cattle calls home

Or the leaves shake and the straw dogs howl

Surfacing now would mean fresh air

—fresh air and false gods

I would rather settle this dispute

Like when we were at odds

I get the steady shakes these days 

And you catch me there,

Shaking the name out of the devil

While visions of the past fizzle out

I would evaporate through you

to gain some perspective 

you never dared share,

we laid there

bare and awkward 

trading stares