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I am lost in your being once again and am confronted in this tent of flesh.
Drink my coffee anew as the days go by like something other than.
I forgive myself for changing my mind so much now will others understand me?
I doubt others will take me seriously because I am now only beginning to look at myself without laughing.
I am born again in the literal sense of cause and effect, with little regard for the consequences.
Passages penned down from discarded sticky notes and time spent in the cave with brother Max.
I am made to believe in all things that are not real, but bring meaning to something else.
Just write what feels and sounds right.
Just live what feels and looks right.
For I have converted to this temple of flesh.
Entwined and untied
I am in love with a song.
In love with a virtue.
Embracing and consuming this glamorous life.
We are sitting side by side reading one another poetry.
From old dusty books found in boxes from garage sales.
Save for me the tonites and hold for me the goodbyes.
Forever old, forever one of you and better of the three.
Watching you cross at the cross walk where the light is.
Changing the sign with my fingers numb from the winter cold.
I am washed and made up in your homemade winter clothing.
Forever longing for a secret word in my ear.
Faking poetry faking life all around me, I don't need any of you.
But I cling on to each image that you have superimposed of me.
This word and gift of life is two poems long.
I write in cipher and end up writing to You each time.
Dru