And there you were, sulking in the corner of my mind A drink, a drink to salve old wounds Saying old sooths, with still beating hearts At last down at the center of you And old keys not rescinded out of tired locks Branches of a network never lost Let slip the bittersweet delights, in the corner of my eye A chain, a chain to rattle up old ghosts Poltergeists, with the hands of grandfathers Bitterly turning still and soft And old hills not made for perishing Roots and heaps an

River's Edge A mote of finest cosmic dust Shimmering in the starlight glow Trembling on the edge of a ripple Thrust along the river's flow Languishing in dark repose I feel the air begin to quiver A breath and then at last the fall The subtle touch and final tittle Warm exhalations caught on strings Of webs we'd weave to catch our dreams Hungry for the thunder's voice To set loose the path of lightning's choice And see in raindrop, see in sky A mighty bow that tints the eyes

A transitive resistance Rubber-banding there and back again With dangerous business Put on back burners lit Burning these eternities...

Fail to Hate Devoured in vines Skies clad in iron Roses like wires Rusted but still bolted down Neglected aches Still stitches for days...

LOAM Minutes run backward Scatter and skedaddle Straddling midnight hell bent Back way far past the one My eyes have been kept open Past...

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