Ten Strings On A Guitar

Rented like 1 cloth that has now become 2 my heart on its death bed beating

itself blue

I wish i was blind

To the way things are

But without salt

You wouldnt see the sea in a star

Without summer a man cannot warm his cold heart

So the winter can pierce it and rent it apart

Flesh of my flesh on the merry-go-round

Up they go, down they

Come unescorted by sound

Life of my life I am saying goodbye, here where the flowers you didn’t plant in me didn’t die

Song of my song

Is it summer once more

Just a light from the world

I wouldn’t walk in

anymore

And maybe tomorrow

The birds drink the dew

The birth of a butterfly

On the world a tattoo

It may be that blood

Tributaries will cease to flow

Forever it beats

Dark roads

Throws

Black Pillows

Over clothes

Down drinks

Up knows

Fortify my dreams

In a Maldivian cove

Sunlight glistens

Haze dims a little

Sharp fistens

Rages brittle

Bricks and clocks

Unmatched socks

Door knocks

UnLocks

Bad news too soon

Monsoon

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