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Below the Water
I’ll be famous when I’m dead
and the stars form their monopoly
over the short shelf-life of sighs.
Tomorrow, I’ll negotiate the terms
of my release with the purgatorial beast
guarding the steps above and below
who knows no temptation
only the pride of being kept
for a single irreplaceable purpose.
Tonight, the sky works
for us, gives the simpleton
a thousand burning souls
to strive towards, awakes
the pleasure of song
when words leave us
and spell the air with breaths
never returned, boarded up
inside some silo the key to which
belongs to this latest selfishness.
and the stars form their monopoly
over the short shelf-life of sighs.
Tomorrow, I’ll negotiate the terms
of my release with the purgatorial beast
guarding the steps above and below
who knows no temptation
only the pride of being kept
for a single irreplaceable purpose.
Tonight, the sky works
for us, gives the simpleton
a thousand burning souls
to strive towards, awakes
the pleasure of song
when words leave us
and spell the air with breaths
never returned, boarded up
inside some silo the key to which
belongs to this latest selfishness.
Posted 10/10/11
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