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Form
Last letters, for now
Forward in
Waiting
The long hum of line
Find
Reason in
Nothing
For you are
Only endless
An entire window,
What else?

Follow your ash can rant of imagined dust
Who's world where you aren't worth?
And answers in mercury, or paint
Remember your city, and her children that wore your footsteps
You aren't mind made god
But who's dreaming dreaming dreams
White walls grow up with morning, what's left to be sun, or sung
Walls which close eyes to the night, but stay up in secret to watch nightmares dancing
To exist intimately while devils pass time behind eye
see their world turn
Over before you have a chance to bleed

Languages littered in such skeleton harbor
I too, have been fog
My body lingering as a ghost
Returned to shelter after playing witness within a dead sea
Eternally drinking blood and mud, with lawyers and lovers, with silence and secrets
Found myself in the deepest waters of desire, the soul, and swam
To find we could only sink

Watch stars
Fold futures

And listen
For wisdom
It's always yours to find