I loved you like a meteor.
It cannot change its path.
Its pealed by speed and fire,
just kamikaze ash.
And like dust on dust,
we follow.
No cradle for regard.
No grave to bury sorrow in.
And no arrows in our hearts.
And yet, bleeding mild forgiveness
confessions did not earn,
but whispered to the witnesses
all waiting for their turn.
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And I,-I,-I,
get tired of tired,
awakened by the weight of the common human state
and the metaphor: Black bird on fire
on soft mahogany
doesn't carry any key.
Like a bead inside of a barrel,
I'll be burned before I'm free.
Like a universal soldier,
I am my own worst enemy.
And I have tamed the tide of failure.
I have turned the looking glass.
I have harvested the future
and I have paralyzed the past.
But with one eye closed,
I'm folding to a recent memory
when that universal soldier meant everything to me.