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Side-sitter

Come here
let me soothe
the tyranny
of this world's
darkening blear

I cannot do
what isn't for me
but I can try
only this is true

Our souls are done
this body is cunning
Am I running?
It tolls.

When the time is right
No longer bleeding
but forever aching
we'll hear the rhythmic chime

Words ever after
are all we have
make this burn
melt away
Side sitter

2003