For @theend4‘s poetry event<3 inspired by Fragment 147 by Sappho, also a little influenced by this post 

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And if I can’t go home, I’ll build one in these bones

@spnpoetryrenaissance prompts: bodies & home

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Poem for cas' birthday celebration! Thanks jay @thenightwemetnatural for coordinating this lovely event <3

Here is something I know to be true:

Big and small things are always colliding

Whether they mean to or not

Whether they have a choice or not

Fate and free will are just words when the river is raging toward the sea

Water meets water and the calm envelopes me

I'm taken back

To a time when I couldn't name the feeling

To fish crawling out of that same sea

Stop. Don't step where you shouldn't, don't hold anything too close

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My life was a series of just this

My little rebellions, their hand of god

I know this now

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Big and small things

Like me and my body,

My regrets and the hands that hold them.

Like the knife in my chest and the enormity of our meeting,

My grasping fingers and your bright blooming soul

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What I'm trying to say is

I've been here for a very long time, and I remember many things

Big and small choices all with their waves and ripple effects, and here I am still

The path doesn't matter, I'm walking to the waters edge

Life begins here again

For @pissbabydean's follower milestone celebration! congrats gray!

Before the resurrection

before the end of god

before the dying

and the leaving

and the dying again

You asked me a question I didn't get to answer.

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Now heaven's gone and hell ain't so bad

on earth there's a graceless angel at the dinner table

and it feels a lot like freedom

So,

maybe I'm too old for this

maybe I'm never going to get this right

but there are things I want to do-

I should be looking for the next fight-

but maybe I'd rather have you.

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So give me your halo

and your hands,

only one of these is holy.

Touch my face like you don't have to heal me

show me what love means when you stay after its spoken.

We'll wash the halo in the kitchen sink

with the coffee cups and soup spoons

Sweetheart, this

is holy.

wrap your broken wings around us,

let me kiss you feather light

I'll be your fall asleep on the couch cowboy

you'll be my cereal aisle angel.

No more dying for love