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dated 7/11/7 sometime between 2:40 and 4:04
what do you say when you-

i cannot own this grief
it is not mine

Please
out-logic the empath

i knew
something cold came on the breeze
...but just
not this
& deeper sure; it's not all over
& that
nothing can be done about
premonition
precognition
substantiating, giving birth to
giving breath to
she, holding scythe & sickle moon

Child
i told you you'd not like
this pattern
But insistent a request
for never no blindfold

& now to keep
a vigil
a candle
a fast
of fancy & of trust

They will ask;
what good therein?
NO answer. Save
whispering box hedge
-there are no fall trees now-
No answer; for my
own surety reckoned crazy.

Feed the animals.

Wine, blood, ashes

red lacquer

& but for
pastel dragon ships
(fire marengo)

the seers
can only
must only
Watch this play,
this bitter stage

And little sense? Again
voices will be heard
those around you:
this is not your battle
this is not your grief

Oh, yes
for tis

I go beyond sense
to where knowledge &
ice reconcile

the 3 shrews do not even
blink, to stop their weaving
they know me
as I force my eyes to open
another day soon
another spate of breathing

Only priestess marked
when i proved too strong for death
That is why i overcame
Only this the path
i was given
The gods love bitter
irony.
She can see! And never
to do a thing about it
except offer open arms
every man need someone to return to
seals post oil spill
this ice
hell & heaven

WHAT!! Do you want me
to dampen the dreams? THIS
Only an
--The avenue I could not see

No, she will not
cut her hair & burn it.
that a pretense to share own
In nothing named hers

Red & black comingle
remember; for so long you cried! At
their absence
beneath swirling skies now,
wet salt bloom