rain fell
on fated day
like guessing time from clocks,
like predicting what already
Happened.
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rain fell
on fated day
like guessing time from clocks,
like predicting what already
Happened.
Happened
upon your note -
black, white now faded bright.
So I wore purple today and
you smiled.
You smiled
Some years ago.
Now you don't smile that much
And chose to leave and smile somewhere
Nonesuch.
Nonesuch
Nowhere is seen
But is present within
It consumes all that is about
...it's gone...
it's gone
intact and of
oblong in all but the
start and the end that's wit with each
other
Other
than what you see
in your rearview mirror,
the past is a blur. The future?
It's clear.
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it's clear
of her wagon
wheel I've just now wondered
when then became then and I felt
mattered
mattered
all that you said
but all that's in your eyes
speaks louder than all your voices
speak up
speak up
possible but
for the ever inner
me made of involuntary
trust to (the ink he knew)
Trust to
those I half-love
Yes, I'm the idiot,
but I'm a disaster,nearly
destroyed
destoryed
all apart from
the ape instict voices
which shape the barely buildable
but err
but err
If you will, sir
The sky will fall Earth burst
The Universe will turn into
raw dust
raw dust
explode er'where
as this foot settles down
on a place unvisited, years
countless.
countless,
you say, the ways
you love me—tell me two,
be precise, no hair, smile, kindness,
just two
just two
ways to be one
you look into my eyes
I look into yours, leaving no
distance.