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gettin' there

i see you

I see you.
I see you asleep I see you awake.
in my life in my death
I see you.
I see the blind white of your eye
I see your hand pressed on your ears, and
I see the vessel pulsing fast on your wrist.
your hiding is distress.
your hiding is thievery,
and when I hear you rustle:
for a second I flow into your shadow,
for a second I become thief.
and just when I'd utter:
I love you,
darkness swallows you up,
ocean swallows you up.
and yet, clearer than anything
vast within everything
I see you.

the push

AND the tidal wave had come
all consuming. towering over me.
its dazzling white foam cloaks
the shores of dusk intrusively.
oblivious to beauty, I stand.
warm sand forms shapes under my feet.
our dreams disintegrate within unmarked graves,
here, my name will mean nothing.

suffocating silence. I push through
brittle layers of consciousness.
these fluorescent memories from better days
- I clutch my hands over my chest -
this lumber, junk of the heart is the dearest.
it shines through the fabric of my prisoner's garb.
I'd show them to you but you've lost your sight.
an echo of your distance ricochets through the sky.

braving the chaos, I push
forward.
blistered,
I dig for salvation,
I shovel the dirt behind me.
I bleed through my palms for my own sins.
I dig to keep the fear away.
I dig so I can cling onto life,
like the last wretched breath clings on the walls.
so that decades later, I may find the key.
I find the essence: baptised with tears,
sweat and blood, lies in the dirt
the great pile of nothing.

sunday

you, whom they call merciful
give my tears back
give my dream back.
I can not tell how it happened.
it was a sunny morning though.
I heard the Voice.
but now my heart spewed it out
like a stillborn child:
lifeless they fell into the whirpool
of nothing and I did not look back
at the grey flesh.
the departure strangled the stream
and the muse fell with it.