blow for blow
skin for skin
woe for woe
sin for sin
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fig leaves
an early trek
a dusty road
and a hungry man —
first ride
what did the colt feel
when You first rubbed his nose
to hold the ephemeral
you were always
only ever a dream, even
at your brilliant best
follow —
could we be free
of tragedy
or does life end only in sorrow?
six feet
i never missed the absence of space until it was gone
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the final frontier
what if we spanned the miles between us and the ideologies, and the years
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new light
will we last the night?
there’s never any promise
that morning will dawn
if i could have the year back again
if i could have the year back again
and receive back what it took from me
but lose the beauty that came to be —
would it be worth it, even then?
go gently into this good night
go gently into this good night
into the good earth
into the good soil
there to wait the coming spring
