people are okay
give them just enough rope
-- they'll crochet!
will weave stories
from stories in return
that is why I am settled here
in love and lies; I will not go
until the pull of weariness
draws me earthward
if I crash, pick up a bone shard
to wear aorund your pale neck
if I burn up in the atmosphere
let the light illumine
a moment of pity and awe
remember me
every time you hear a fool ramble
or a stubborn door hiss open
Saturday, September 26, 2015
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