Brother,

In this strange limbo of absence and bereavement, there is no wine or religion to mollify us. For will we meet again some distant morning, as the insistent birds encroach upon our forlorn thoughts, and the dew that springs forth from our eyes is that of our joy? But here in the midst of happiness come the tides of grief, so tell us: what is this to not know but hell…

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Brother,

Because you said your favourite couple decided to call it quits, and this distresses you(for why give your all?)

An eye on the clock. Once half-hearted. I would have loved you. On borrowed time. And when I’m upon the moon’s harsh tiding, I will say I lose near nothing in its dying. Only one half heart. One eye lent to the clock. Though what dark foreboding seeps to the other side.

Because you said your favourite couple decided to call it quits, and this distresses you(for why give your all?)

X60

Last night I slept in the twisted sheets of wanting. 

Though I wish to be, as

when the sun is at its peak, 

in deeper devotion to all beautiful things,

without bringing them to my lips,

or chain them in servitude about me.

And should there still must desire be – 

be only now in the muted streams of yearning,

or in those odd nights,

and in those odd dreams with

laughed-off meanings.

X60