flash, a summer lightning crack, a balloon gone slack
It went down
hardly making a sound, and several never came back
describe the ride, just the waiting.
Then we were there,
crumpled inside, with just the hating.
you can go on, but you aren't really alive,
the outside and being hollowed-out dead inside
Roslyn's mad dancing
spirit might disagree
Had she felt the pain
of her own loss, a mind-consuming misery.
tell me that it's just a curtain
On a show that
will re-open, uncovering a certain
fluttery, gossamer and spun fine as filigree gold:
more ways than one is ever, ever told.
stone is telling me daily
hope and love and human frailty.
heard the reality-echo sound
But then, reality is
the other way from where I'm bound.
now I admit to swimming in sadness
life-sucking fear tilted over a ledge of madness.
Help me fly this air
afield and find your love to land on,
I've got unscaled
love for you, a love too deep to abandon.
So I'm on a
marathon of murderous denial escaping our dreams.
You can read
about me in the papers, I'm filling reams.
Inch and a half
headlines I treasured.
Damning my soul to
hell in ways unmeasured.
We've all got
curtains to open and close
And mine is
sweeping, flying, soaring, Jesus knows.
must stop, but I know I won't do it alone,
With so much
nothing...left...to stop the screaming from Roslyn's stone.
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