If I had one thing to say to you
it would be forgive, forgive, forgive
only then can we begin to understand each other.
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The red thread has been shorn in two.
Destiny is not a tapestry but a threat,
her immutable filaments serve only to veil.
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My eyes-two bees pollinating-
grow heavy with what they have seen
ignorance is not always so innocent.
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I have chosen occlusion,
the constellations will go on sparkling
whether or not I observe them.
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One molecule at a time we fashion
our defenses, precise as a cuttlefish,
until there is nothing left to anticipate.
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I have forgotten the lightness of movement.
The dirt flakes from beneath my fingernails;
the worms have grown fat while I slumber.
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Don’t be so quick to kill me off,
to condemn, we are the same
whatever the difference in our affectations.
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I have had some very heavy, stressful, and disturbing dreams lately. I am also sick possibly from the stress of those dreams.
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