partner
Twice crowned in light and shrined in duty, two thrones — one new.
The old clouds faded and were replaced in sight by the echoes of wonder, pain, love, and plight.
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curls lying in soft wave patterns
outline the tautness of your frustration,
the steeled lines of your resolve.
I press my nose to the worn cotton of your sleeve
and smell, completely, the salt and sweetness of hot sun on warm cotton
the mellow warmth of your skin,
and the long exhaustion of
the man housed within.
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where are you going?
counting stones in a helix-fold pattern
from my front, and your front
to the untold distance before us
and skipping places to avoid
the touchdown-shock
of a left-over
static
attack.
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foundry
fill me with something solid
something heavier than gold
brighter than silver
and warmer than breath
something less errant than your curt words
less impatient than time
and fluid, like water.
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grace
pull the sheet clear over your head
and think,
austere,
logic-
martyr.
I spoke to you against the wall today,
moving my lips against the flat of my hand,
imagining you-
I cup my hand to air
and trace your face
if you put your ear flat down,
you can hear the repercussions-
the swish-swish of a gentle, throbbing
heartbeat.
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years
I only know you by proxy-
by the idea of you in my mind
like a shallow god,
an endless well
I pour from
and pour into-
over and over,
dancing
until
completeness
is an idea
we both share-
a platonic ideal
only dedicated to
at night.
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currencies
my fist on your chest,
your heart on mine-
I reach inside the light that binds,
and tie you into shapes-
raining fire into your head,
so you can tell me,
who are you?
you’re mine-
in time.
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joan of arc
I never knew the ghosts could call
and answer one-so many
I always heard:
“Call the right number.”
how can I?
when you’ve all got
a message
to
ring.
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alternate states
when I look inside of you
I see a temple of worship
a path of hidden in-between
that walks, somewhere
where the light always fails
and the dark only begins
to hide.
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cantica i
I know where the devil sleeps
he calls to me
he calls to me-
in poppy-soft snake's silk, he speaks-
-- I lie in even sky,
in shudder-thin shooks, in splintered whips
so shy of violence,
that snow could crawl
in splintered light.
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percussion
extend your vows in syllabic verse
so handed down from collision
meter sideways and bent against,
the notes are crushing-
an elongated bridge that stretches
from your mouth to mine.
if I hold you in my hand and look at you,
my eye to yours,
will you dissolve?
or will you
simply
disappear?
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material sin
I saw the locusts walk the earth
and knew the sands were coming
I read the light that bears the fear
and thrust them, full-faced
in the void-between.
the light erupts
in the hidden room
and only the blind
can see.
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cassini
I caught you in my head and held you
and sat you in the room where I lay
a beacon, a light,
a spinning torch-
mute with stars, and dripping
with the wheels
of distant
flight.
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limits
the web is growing
and its spine is thick-
an arc through the matrix
that tumbles outward,
reaching towards the sky.
line up your code,
left, right-
left
and tell me,
what do you see?
I see a column
a chain,
lit
all the
way
through.
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portal
inside I caught your eye
and held it to my chest
and pushed you over
I looked at the entire
pool in my heart
and called it
with a single name
arising in a chain
a lifted hook
a stream
a filled,
full
mouth.
lining up the sleeves
of what you doubt,
i trust you gathered
what you came for-
and if you haven’t
there’s nothing more to teach.
any habits you wear
any crowns
I take those, too.
crass
amused
and tightly wound
so spun,
I cross
and die
for you.
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ring
we branch, diverged
in unconscious array
(the trappings of flesh
now mute.)
in travel we choose
and build, in steps
the imprint growth
of signifiers and
framed now-self
fingers spread out,
peripherals shroud-
and bear, in turn
perpetual,
prophetic
ferment
and yield.
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spastic
the weight of dreams like pressure
underneath both lids- that
I could extend that hand
with its grave, radiant pull
and link me through
that grasp-lack air
(in disbelief)
to empty space.
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