I fear the dreams that wake me
To the lingering heart of you,
tantalizing lies and impressed shapes
Squared on the toe-lined tribe
of my clenched jaw and unaware cold,
night and darkness sweet and bitter
I convince myself as I’m pulled under,
You’re still here.
between the nightshade and ivy inlaid
where the clarity of the world fades,
I believe in the sigh, the silence
the untruth of being
The being as whole truth;
where could you be but the shape of my eyelids
on the cognitive spiral, deep beneath
the waves of consciousness
where the wisp of spirit clashes
spite and happiness;
In the fields of somewhere warm,
sagebrush mountains and paintbrushed trees
Floating on summer wind and breathing pine needles
the lingering heart of you
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