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Like a small child

screaming in the night

like a small child

pursued by unnamed phantoms

like a small child asking for a light

you came to me.

Your pain is subliminal

it has no corners

nothing to get a grip of,

your pain is pure fright;

it’s a deep breath in,

a whistling of the void

a fallen angel’s voice

a now or nothing choice

between two worlds:

the mutterings in your brain

hold demon declarations.

 

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Hands are being held in the corner of the city, summer waterfalls, not attached to the method, will be supple like willow branch bent to net a dream catcher.  We caught each other with dexterity intensity bristling the room static, fallout of past embraces.  I never believed in a God till I met you scuba diving through my sitting room not knowing the way to the door.  On auto pilot in restaurants across tables. I’ve nothing  to say to you, you’ve moved into the background of a dream, I’ve nothing to give to you , I hold the key to you, you hold the key for me.  Across light years of childhood, thunderstruck in the cupboard of fear, watching your fear is liberating.  I never knew there was anyone out there who knew about terror like I do, who knew about powerlessness like I do. I can feel my life floating into bird song unravelling into intricate connections where all I have to do is watch the dawn, listen to the sound of stars falling.

 

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Letter to the universe.

 

For answering my prayers

unswerving allegiance.