060814A
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The only answer that you ever got,
was that of dying in between,
a glimmer of truth and a dark rumor,
thinking it was something more
than dying in between
a glimmer of truth and a dark rumor.
They told you there is no way up,
but still you had to try to climb
anything that seemed a Jacob's ladder.
Forced to believe whatever you wished,
as if you could move in and live
in any of those kinds of stories.
You still do not know it comes to.
The ones you get to know of,
as to what you could want any of,
are always those that never want you.
It is only about learning to thirst
without any quenching.
Death by decree, death by misadventure,
and being led into the usual sorts of disaster.
It is a game where you never win,
falling into the hands of those who torture,
in chambers that know no walls.
Learn to blame it all on any god.
You don't know the answers
to any of their questions.
Ending at failing the finals again,
So they keep you after school.
Any devil can pull rank on you
in the armies of the one, or the other Lord.
If you cannot go forwards,
you try to go backwards,
looking for some kind of romance,
but nothing is as they said it would be.
Leaves you fighting off stray dogs,
and hiding behind dark glasses.
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120814A
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Quanta of alphabets,
atoms of syllables,
molecules of words,
being sentences,
woven into paragraphs
of social significance
making up histories.
You thought language,
thought into language,
was something different,
making up symbols
and arranging them
in some arcane calculus
of tiny bits of reality.
I wonder
how you are written,
as so many fragments,
on bits of stardust,
being more of darkness
than you are of light,
that, then, seducing me.
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120814B
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One little cog
in the mechanism
has no idea
what it is doing,
being driven
by the pressure
of a watch spring,
You want me to lie,
as to being worthy
of something,
when I am no more
than much less
than a grain of sand,
chancing to move
a few particles
from this or that bit
of something cruel
that chance brings
too near
for a few moments.
I am exaggerating,
because I know something
about the universe
being very much larger
than any of that.
Though it never shares
in any of our affections.
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120814C
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You do not get poetry,
by having an alphabet.
You do not get love,
by seeking perfection.
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120814D
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You made me restless,
the way the waters move
when the winds change.
I keep wanting you,
but I keep getting swept away,
and pulled under.
I see you gathering remains
along the shore,
making me wish I had drowned.
At least in that way,
I could hope to be held
in your hands.
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