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into gateways we sweep
the fragments of our
bittersweet love
consequences serve mustard
slathering the stale rye bread
of our forgotten dreams
the minutia of misunderstanding
our disappointments
gladly become
we are gladiators in tiny aquariums
swimming so to breathe
for another day swum
you paint your breath
so sparingly
so to give more of it to me
with the intent of a drum major's
hum
whether
sand bar to harbor
or mere child's beloved fish tank to toilet
the act does not diminish
in the actual action done
for even at just the fringe of
such a rarity
so utterly much
you have given
the complete alteration
of your yet completed life
thus far
packaged in the unquestionable
sincerity of your voice
which faithfully whispers back
into my own soul
compromise only rests
in 'Doorways Yet Known'
(Oct 29, 2011 1236pm)