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And as we go,
the contexts and the portraits
burning bright in a dark empty space
in my mind and heart and soul, I will
always defend this shivering, glacial case
and throughout my life as I astound myself
again and again, in this recital like no other, every day
and every hour I try to retrieve you from that disaster,
that violent flame I must
smother.
For even if it was never a kind of specific fancy,
immaturity or thereof, every day of my life I pray
that I could have saved you. Every day that I spend
on this planet and every scorching hot October, every
world wrecking August, every glassy January…
that caramel Taurean energy, the horns meant to
keep everyone out, that solar plexus punch…
That binary part of your soul, you as the angel
fleeing arid solitaire, it's trauma setting roots forever
our double horned cross to bear.
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