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Looking at you,
a ray of light,
alone in presence,
brightness in the night.

Distance, an arbitrary measure.
A space controlled by none.
An ocean of feeling
without reflection of the sun.

Hand in hand we fly
sharing the same heart
soaring through the clouds,
alone, yet never apart.

Star

A million miles away
I look through the lens
I see burning consumption
Do I fear us, it depends

Paths of uncertainty
The expected value of grief
Only one realistic outcome
But I will never have relief

I choose a certain path
That will only lead to pain
The exhilaration of my present
Will cancel out my refrain.

Touch

Face to face
Our bodies press
I feel your hand
A warm caress.

Breath pouring
Down the neck
Our hidden delight
Unable to check.

The rising sun
Penetrates the dark
Together again with
The sounds of the lark.

The Branch

I speak loud
And you will listen.
The gangrenous choice
covering what used to glisten.

You spread your hate
To every branch in the tree
The inevitable ending,
I wait and see

Your soil is poison
Your speech is slurred
Slow suicide by choice
Now I have demurred.

Your choice,
my meditation,
My choice,
your amputation.

On the Death of U.B.

Are you fucking happy
At the end of your career
Inarticulate choices,
living in your fear.

They look to me for help
And drink away life
Accusing me of authority
Adding to my strife.

Choices by us all,
Affecting the strong,
our cancerous destruction,
far away, but not for long.

The first line was borrowed

Its been a while
Since I looked deep,
Afraid of what I would find
I finally took the leap.

Falling from darkness
Soaring to a height
I prayed and found you,
cutting through the night.

So here I am
naked and shining
The light of the moon
on my soul’s inner lining

Freed from fear
I breath the air
Warmth in the lungs
Together without a care.