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& reaching. . . reaching. . . not to solace. now, I've lost all ability. . . to kneel. . . to pray, nay, to entreat. . . to gracefully fade into any shade. I am that gift that you so sought & now so seek to liquify. . . to melt into eternity. blame is a bizarre companion. so sublte, a mercurial memory. . . folded into the crease of time I feel, this night, the need to linger. aeon dancer. sanctity. old & brittle. tender. . . . . . tender. . . yet life, resisting, resists my plea. my will suffice with innuendo atrophies with disbelief. life seems to be a shadow dancer, just a sigh. a breath away. . . existence bare

I cannot be thinking of you. . . & I am. . . alone as I am, with temptious moment & zen of device. a surrender to longing, mere glimpses suffice. alone with my wanting. . . I attempt to deny. the edge of my wanting still tries to befriend me & conjures another sad absence of ending. amid the respite of my mind . . . 'mid respite mechanisms prepare for a fending away a still quiet. . . & this vigilant sigh. . . desires' last breath, spent now gone by. companion, so constant, pathway of my will. . . restraint of pretense, nothing seems shattered yet still. . . our frailties, exposed so broken within once frivolous,

I be the shadow of youth, the dark side of laughter. My calling comes only by spring, there, you be my brother.

conclusion licks the air to meaning, taste gravel, hauntingly confessive passionate, tongue-tied knot release me into gentle release or hurl me raging, raging into regret head-banging spectacle raving. . . whisper or vibration monotone or sonic boom exacting solitary note or doubtful orchestra verbed into the fitful end of acceptance or denial as mercy murmurs speak to me speak to me rescue me. . . from the voilent hiss of exhaustion kinder than the inelegant flaw words shrugged off by speachless dross into the softest sweetest unpredictable naked noise. . .