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We see by our light
and go only where we have
no fear of darkness.
We began; time, life
creating and traveling,
loving, becoming
Leaving from a heart
along new paths, with new words
returning even more
Everything whispers,
"Are you the blood of the Earth?
Or its canc'rous doom?"
You've just awaken.
Sirens pierce your luxury.
You stagger about.
You reach for the phone
and complain about the breach.
And suspect, perhaps.
But everyone dies
and toiling brings us closer.
We owe you nothing.
He might notice that
I've averted my eyes, but
"No." is tenderness.
Soft, fluttering sighs
might transmit my desire,
but "I like you." does.
In dew or through storm,
I am where the sun is warm.
I want to say it.
You decorate sound,
longing for love in a song's
majestic instance.
Thank you for moments,
recreating vibrations,
giving what you could.
Luther Vandross
April 20, 1951 - July 1, 2005
I wake up to ask,
"But will he ever find me?"
Slurring all the words.
Men have wandered Earth
In wonder, for completion.
They lived and they died.
I curl at the edge.
But will I ever find him?
I'm watching the sea ...
Sun, come burn this chill
Melt and lick at icicles
Relinquish new life
Dark periwinkle
a floating fortress, burning
to pink, to nothing
You've come to the world
to want everything; only
nothing goes with you.
on The Great White Way
shadows and empty sockets
I blind an old love
