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Poem On Sing The Sorrow

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we held hands on the last night on earth.
our mouths filled with dust,
we
kissed in the fields and under trees,
screaming like dogs, bleeding dark
into the leaves.
it was empty on the edge of town
but we knew everyone
floated along the bottom of the river.
so we walked through the waste where
the road curved
into the sea and the shattered seasons lay,
and the
bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease.
In our cancer of passion
you said,
"Death is a midnight runner."
the sky had come
crashing down
like the news of an intimate suicide.
we picked up the
shards and formed them into
shapes of stars that wore like an antique
wedding dress.
the echos of the past broke the hearts of the unborn
as
the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop.
the few insects skittered away
in hopes
of a better past time.
I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom
and asked
If you would accompany me in a quick fall,
but you made
realize that my ticket wasn't good for two.
I rode alone.
you said
"The cinders are falling like snow."
there is Poetry in despair,
and we sang with
unrivaled beauty, bitter elegies of savagery and
eloquence.
of blue and grey.
strange, we ran down desperate streets and
carved
our names in the flesh of the city.
the sun has stagnated
somewhere beyond the rim of
the horizon and the darkness is a mystery of

curves and lines.
still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly
outward,
and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation
scratched
into the earth like a message.

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