TheFeatheredSleep – Fused like glass
Champion me
Though I may not deserve it
Lazy as I am
In ways of discipline
But I’ll give you my rotten core
And every discarded pip
The very dear and marrow of me
Just to believe
I’m a satellite in your sky
Or even stardust
Something rather than nothing
Nothing comes from nothing so
Speak again
We are all fools when in love
Lest our allotted time runeth dry
And dying we plunge to dusky grave
Unfulfilled, not finding
That God of morsel and mercy
What if when it grows final
And trees no longer spring their buds
For one more year
What if you are gone from my side and I
Empty without your solace and the shape of your mouth
See only endings without playback
I rewind all the years
Each bitter marinated cherry
Tart beneath tongue
A losenge, a comfort, a poison
You wormed into me…
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