I chase after you in my dreams –
running & rooted,
“Dit is niet vrij! It’s your spot, darling.”
While you trot on –
careless & carefree,
whistling your perfect whistle
and swallowing my voice
into the formidable darkness.
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You –
bright, warm mass
the bearer of light
atop your high pedestal you hang.
Bane of the earth –
the ground you strut upon
cracks.
Fortune Me –
fortune me. Fortune Tree.
Boon of my soul –
for my crimson sail blooms
and my branches reach for you.
Creature Fear
Fear the creature!
Half-man, half-beast.
Look –
feast your eyes upon her!
The Pulchritude
you cannot see
hiding behind reflections.
There she is.
And now she’s not.
Hide her
Deny her
Tame her!
Quiet now,
make no impress.
Hush, hush.
the end.
poor little rich boy
captain of a sinking ship
out he calls ahoy, ahoy
no smarter than the cord that whips.
so down, down, down
the sailor goes
with all he’s known
with all he’s sown
down, down.
the mighty warrior.
down, down.
the mighty soldier.
down, down.
the hopeless father.
down, down, down.
the blood of my blood.
down, down he goes.
