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To stay with the trouble

 

Also, to stay   to stay    to stay

I’m choosing to stay grounded, which means, to stay on the ground

to stay

sane, silent, sober

 

angelic gestures

fortunate wonders

amber wings gliding inside a wave

amber sidelines

 

I am filled with hatred and blood pours from my heart

my lungs weep with terror.

I forgot your face,

you are  someone else in the glare. I

forgot your face.

 

Finger prints on a cherry glazed desk,

solitude angels.

my friends pour rocks on me. I lay down to rest.

I’m falling, still falling.

 

There will come a great spring melt.

 

Yesterday was gray, misty. I thought the ghosts of Christmas

past, present, future

were upon us.

 

The winters have been hard. and every winter since you left.

and every winter since.

at least i’m still here

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