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And I think of you often
Only in lights that you couldn’t expect From angles you’d never fathom In worlds you will never live in Through loves that you cannot conceive of With a tenderness that you have not seen yourself All of life, mine and yours, always in sometime
And I wonder then
Have you thought of me before In a way I could not believe Until the lens is wiped clean Clarity returning softly Like in the manner of a dream Where we have been dancing
And I think of you think of me
In lights of angles within worlds that love your love Tender, alive, clutching at all your time A mind to know you with Belonging to hold you with Always here in the more often of mine Where I have finally missed you dearly enough
And I see you through my unclouded eyes
-by Lane Key :]
went back to paper.
Sweat on sweat beads, blood on blood dripping red and rot and raucous, the liquid pain flowing fast as a train wreck into the father’s palm worn when a daughter chooses harm.
She steps off the steeple. She arms herself for the flood.
She’ll face him head on when she decapitates her own heart.
Let the arteries suffocate blue ribbons in the brain stem.
Oxygen on oxygen, air on air wasted, stumbling drunken by the coast as if haunted and dreaming and hunted like there was ever a wanted girl killer to catch or burn.
-by Lane Key :]

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Open from the sternum, fall headfirst, hold nothing back Trace the patterns of blood into water and then into lives Focus on the clarity, old wounds, sever bonds to reclaim them
Detail the wrinkles on her face, dents in his soles, locks out of place A slight sigh that sounds nice, a line on a palm that tells their fate Move time, beat the odds of incredulous spirits and young shamans Do not falter when you build a person, despite all else, come what may
No universe splitting force can touch you from here, a world unknown Love is in their smile, their laugh, scratches on pages by your hand Which makes them suffer when you suffer, anguish to hold agony Which has them divulge love, the purest kind, only in your deservance
This life is unobtrusive, tick boxes, then burn yourself precisely To fragments of bones, muscles, cell tissue, heartbeats and gazes Cradling words are gentle, tender touches, uttered as truth
A mirror to a mirror, reflection at gunpoint, your whole soul inside There it is, they tell you, we found it for you after all of that How can you be sad when you’ve endured such punishments Of entrails drying on verandas, many dead men, starting again
Now from the chest, a better repetition, original unoriginality
Weaponized haste alongside weighted hesitation, then To hold those vowels in a ring of vulgarity, christening loose ends Tightening nothing into something, chords that strike breath Turn into meaning, become loving, hurt your harm first
No threats are followed through and no promises shall break And you close, smiling, laughing, love known at no great distance Cross from your body, jump backwards, let everything go
-by Lane Key :]

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You'll never be a revolutionary Yes, that's what my father said And I know, I know, I know he's right But I won't start denying what I believe Just to let the future pass me by
The past is mine, must be, in some light The present might as well be, if I can decide And my greatest fear is to live this lifetime Passing by unnoticed
A speck of time, feckless, unbesotted Unwoven in the fabric, a thread on my lonesome Not even a spool to reel me in Not a person to see me in the clouds, the stars
The universe as it winds a poem Around your head, yours A halo of your being Your arbitrary, holy feelings The galaxy, written in your ceiling
-by Lane Key :]
Why write about him like he’s dead when he’s right there, in front of you? Did he embroider your head with so much dread that it hurts to believe he’s still there?
It’s a childish thought, yes father, I know. You’ve made of me no secret, no stowaway, no outlaw, but endlessly I hide away for fear of you not revering me, for sneering at me rather than feeling a glow.
You should have parked out there in the street, instead of telling me to grab my hat and go to the lights that blind, battered and bruised. It’s your soul, I know, that I’ve so long betrayed.
Is it wrong to have assumed I would be born knowing you and you, understanding in totality, how it is to be a living person of our kindred dreams? You want my dreams to be exceptional.
Now I’m so afraid of being mediocre. You’ll all abandon me if I dare to be. I’ll only become what I’m supposed to see. My potential gleams like the holy grail of futures.
No, he’s not dead yet, but I will be on the weekend soon enough if not tomorrow, a night if not the daytime. Are you proud of me yet sir? Tell me dear father. Do you picture me as a product you churned out? Could you think of my kindly in every way I’m normal?
It’s my capacity for greatness that always taints us. God I wish that I was faceless, so nobody could trace it, the nose and the lips to the poise of your frowning distaste. Back to me- back to me and my exceptionally mediocre dreams.
-by Lane Key :]

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Think of me kindly, or do not think of me at all
As you watch the wonders of the world pass you by Know there is little I can handle and no one I can call Except you on the veranda, staring down from high
The sky of November casts a dreadful pall And I am reminded that you will never bear the sight With your own two eyes on returned, unstolen time
I think of you kindly all the same As I greet this world, this arduous life, standing tall Taller than the skies, the depths of my eyes, than life itself
-by Lane Key :]
so, it's been a while. i'd like to think i've improved, at least hand and arm anatomy wise. this is kanza allarde. who is she a reference to? well, that's for me to know and you to find out (assuming that i get back to you, eventually). next thing i gotta wrap my head around is legs. also, her companion in the second drawing is saines tsuperi.