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The confluence of your body in relation to mine draws the gravitational pull to destruction.
I wonder if the sickening feeling in my throat is just love or perhaps that of ruination.
I asked myself I beg myself I draw myself closer, I want to see, I want to know, I want to understand, and yet I just feel lonely.
Glint, glimmer, glisten, and glow I cannot form between us a home.
And maybe it’s time to tear myself apart just so that I’m whole when the next scene begins.
I’m primed to vomit love again
To sweat the sickness from my skin
I’ve spent the time like carding wool
To straighten out my twisted soul
My feet are weary and outlook bleak
The nervous prize I’m asked to seek
You showed me clear that I’m the fool
I call it truth, you can’t be cruel
A juggling match and a jesters show
They all laugh at me I know
One plus one is never two
I eat the lies you declare as true
On the wending, stair pocked path down to the Wailing Wall,
Each level bleeds the music of lone musicians.
Clarinet, flute, violin, sing the same slow honey tune from my past
He says, “Why don’t they all go play together at the top?”
I say, “Maybe that’s the metaphor”
Settle softly, settle sweet
Greet every man that you may meet.
Velvet, onyx, silky fur
Immerse yourself into the blur.
Taken fingers twine to me!
I’ll disappear before you see.
Under mountain, over lake,
I fly to home before you wake.
