The Black Hole

I lost myself in your embrace

That with each passing day grows tighter;

My bones are breaking, my heart fails;

So close you hold me,

Your light burns like scorching heat;

It blinds me, and I see it as impenetrable darkness;

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I am so tired of my fears,

I am exhausted by my weakness,

I hate it that I am so often sorry

And that I rarely know what I am seeing;

When you have crushed me into naught,

And thus accepted my surrender

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The chaos that I am of thoughts of feelings

Will rest at last inside the deepest of black holes;

Then, only you and I will know

How in your arms I’d kicked, and begged and cursed

Mourning my self –

My only loss

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Skyscraper

In my naked windows –
Pale paintings of concrete harmonies
Built out
Of chaos
/
On my glassy skin –
Marks of the painful adjustments
Made by the wearer to the costume,
And vice versa
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And in my heart –
An ancient mountain god
Dancing forgotten dances,
Whispering secret verses
/
To the sky,
Which is no longer
Listening
Or watching

On Holiday

Today
All the prayers have gone unanswered;
The gods, it seems,
Have gone on holiday,
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Smoking Cuban cigars,
Betting galaxies and lives
As they laugh and play
Russian roulette
/
Today
The world’s been left ungoverned;
The gods, they know
It’s too busy to rebel,
/
Selling and buying souls,
Some dirt-cheap, and others so
High-priced that even the gods
Must bargain for them
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Today
All the dead’ve been left unburied,
And those who have survived
Have lost their minds;
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There was no one to pray
To, and nobody to blame,
No role model to abide
By the rules of the game
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Today
The world has all but ended;
Because the gods have gone
On holiday