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Tears coil in the heat,
lost from a time
when they
could not be spent.

My breath comes slow and sure,
thought upon thought,
wanting no
tendered path.

Where is my peace?
Perhaps this was desire,
playing now
in empty rooms;

where chaos
spins his tale,
and moonlight spills
on flowered walls.

Cbeth

The days so long,
the nights so quiet,
I close my eyes & spin,
then I close my eyes again.

The same same demons
follow me down.
When did I stop trying
over & over & over again?

The days so long, again
the nights so quiet, again
I’m all alone, again
so i close my eyes, again.

Baby I’d give anything
to feel that way again. . .
so I just close my eyes,
and spin and spin and spin.

Cbeth

When all is said,
my dreams
play what they will.
What did you really mean?
I can chant the pieces. . .

Fallow hearts
dance
if you find me;
shallow words
in a whisper.

Compulsive maneuvers
in darkness. . .
why shouldn’t I?
Where do i draw the line
in a whisper. . .?

And. . .
when all is said
what did you really mean?