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it’s all so heavy in ways I don’t see coming

I’m part of a crack; an idea that you lack

and I’ve bought myself down into mystery

Inviting in dreams I’ll have to look over

Bringing them in

—again and again

but it’s nothing like what’s coming

nothing is like this cruel ending

-s’s.

Abandoned with what you are, that is the test

And In the twist of it all there is

A cave for all your thoughts, bright or dark

Engulfed in your breath

Thinking things you will regret

I wrote it down,

But I won’t pass

I have my way

anytime now

-s’s.

I wake up

and you

are singing in a million trees

get dressed

and you

have nobody left to envy

and you

see me for another time

and you

Say nothing

as you

walk past me

-s’s.

you can rip silence apart to sparks like interstellar dust

And embrace the way truth escapes its fiery arms Peculiar noise, infinite void -s’s.

A single thought hangs up the grandeur of your acrylic

embraced in my mind’s floral wallpaper and scenic -s’s.

I don’t think I know

anything at all

I think I have a fireball heart

-s’s.

you always come with the bad news

I always wonder if you had to

The bad news is

I never will

bereave these nights

so slow and lowly

wandering mind

learns about the things you hide

-s’s.

A minor imposition I create, but I insist

it’s a habit that I can’t resist

what I believe to be true might haunt me one day with flaming glory

like a sun,

like one bright sun in front of me

the light of which drowns out the dreams I hide;

the dreams I might not have

ever discovered

-s’s.

is there a word for the world that’s better, and takes it higher? I can’t cry anything for you now, not even fire

-s's.

everyday is a beautiful lamplight peaking into a darkened forest

Filling up forgotten chambers,

I hear, I see, I left it too soon

take off and leave white hazy plumes

Air’s been kissed with an infectious blue

-s’s.

an orchestra of stars 

the strings start tuning. the

notes dance in disarray until 

they find their rhythm, and i 

raise my hands to direct the 

stars that blink in unison.

~K.T.

inhale the secret

exhale the feeling

Recalling

something quite euphoric,

and I am living for it

-s’s.

you look so tired,

lampshade, on fire

calmly, talking,

inanimate objects

I felt, much better

off alone in the tower

you should know by now what a liar i can be, with two fingers crossed and whispering to you goodnight and sweet dreams, while i resist sleep in favor of picturing what tomorrow's abrupt entrance may bring—

what strength the dusty wind will blow with, what color of light the radiant sun will shine, what striking songs the birds will choose to sing,

or whether this heaviness will still weigh my life's sins on my heart and my mind,

and, maybe, what words from you will greet, from behind a waking veil, these still-sleepy morn eyes;

the black is the canvas, the universe is the art The universe is the canvas, me and you are the art

along with the stars, we are the art

-s's.

To protect me from piracy,

this ocean was diamond-cut sharp with danger

where waters will sting you mercilessly,

don't let me jump either

-s's.

You’re not the origin

you’re addicted to leaving

and the old souls hold close their

broken things; clear glass,

porcelain and knickknacks

-s's.

look, there you are,

already in my eyes

you can't seem to leave.

-s's.

I should leave with you

I could leave this town with you

Take myself

And forget everyone I ever knew

-s's.

As I am,

I see through a golden space

I'm trapped in amber sap,

Onto the outside I look

Within the inside I am firm

Fossilized, undiscerned

-s's.

Leonard Cohen

today I am mourning for what's yet to come, deep in the afterparty of death

Black, tarred, the walls eat everything up

grim appetite for the full dark night

-s's.

a troubadour regrets,

I listen to her music

and watch her pray

about the things

she let in too late

Too late.

-s's.

Forest Speaks

what is it and

how is it going to happen?

I don't recall, being all that I want

You swing and fall off the trees

I'm just a small world, holding you in store

I don't want more fern, when I have you

Listening to a sound I could never make

and crying loud, and staying awake

I never have to leave myself again

I never have to put you out, again

-s's.

your secret I become

-s's.

Silent Movie silver is the atmosphere

not of wealth, but of obsession

glint unbecoming

Yet again it rages

I want a way back inside your

Silent film that I'd die for

-s’s.

And it’s how it is So I swim forgotten waters to hide,

drown and decide Dive down, deep down. Like I used to do

-s's.

everything I catch

is a relic of my past

leaving things alone

until they rot and turn to stone;

in another memory they'll go

-s's.

I take advantage of this illusion

If it is so

I’ll take apart my delusions

That once buried me into where I lay

And now I sing everyday

so be it.

-s's.

And so many years of life instilled,

propped up for me to tell you that I will

Leave this dream again

-s's.