Cannot i sleep
four inherit the weep
and blinding the lights
the instruments
a whirring warms the heart
that bleeds
tonight
a stealthy hand
will precise will land
a jugular a blow
cause the insolent to
ask
how long must i give and not receive?
but you are a dead wind falling heavy
taking forever in your pocket
with one hand
and the other the left
cannot right the wrongs of a brother
and then your lips will blacken
part, whisper, sing in A-minor
how long can i take and never give?
this blind destroyer
has the most beautiful eyes i have ever seen,
and you know i swim there on lonely nights like these,
through those giant brown pools, knowing full well
i will not go unscarred
nor forward unbarred.
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