on sound 2

I kept dreaming about you

and eventually I gave up

not about the way you meant something

but in the way you were watching me in my dreams

I was holding you down, face toward the floor

cheek to the ground

mouth a bit ajar

how could it be you were watching me in that position?

One hand was against your neck

the other on your lower back

I was in you

and I wanted to be forever

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People tell me

You should have whatever you want

but there's nothing to have

that won't go away later

Do they not think about what happens afterward?

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I always wanted to use the word precipice

so let me use it now:

upon the precipice

was the beauty of letting go

and in it

a loosely rendered sketch

of the likeness of a storm

without sound

on patience

Convalesce

and you may never see the light

Live your life dreaming

and you may never make it out alive

It doesn't matter if you really live your life

because so much of it isn't really lived

but why is it only when you're terminally ill

do you grasp life most fully?

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Passion and compassion

are two ends of a dialectic

Where love becomes and hate becomes love

I don't want to believe it

but is indifference really the synthesis?

is indifference really the synthesis?

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When we learn

that the one answer the fundamentalists actually have

is the one that truly terrorizes us

May be the only time

when I believe in love again

oh let me count the ways