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I
Seasons pass
and birds amass
of a feather, flock
of Father Time.

They linger. They fly
away they cry,
from the whip,
from Time's impatience.

When does Time cease?
The birds cry: Please—
We are tired of being lost
to there, back here.

Where are we from?
The wind took our breadcrumbs—
Where did we begin?
Home is at nothing.

II
Gently
A predator of the blue seas
Jets overhead in pursuit of that great prey
A bite of sinewy muscle
And then
Splatter
Clear blue bleeds red

Lonely
My thoughts wander
Running tired in pursuit of that thought
A wish not fulfilled...
Furthermore?
Unknown.
Days lost

III
The city, frosted and polished, shines,
Reflecting the moon, shy, above a hundred thousand LEDs.
I give myself to you in a frozen breath.

Breathe out—
We evaporate one star struck night.

IV
a wished dream of dark eyes, natural stubble
knees touch pebbled floor— kiss my breath your warmth
fingers touch waist— release me to rubble

apotheosis of sunlight, bleached affection
wandered eyes taste sugared tears— love me more
careful tongue taste burns— topple from heaven

V
I miss you                you lie
Where do you go    I loved you
Come back              embrace me

Don’t cry—              remember?
I don’t hate you      I loved you
I promised              you lied

POST SCRIPT
My heart hurt. I’m fine now.

Some pieces I found from the past year that I spruced up a bit.