Absent HandsThese absent hands that carved the night in two,Absent Hands
they hold the curving sky to turf, for what it's worth.
Cold hours, told by peals which struggle to reveal
a comfort world, whirled by wild minds like scythes.
(Asphalt, breathe for me.)
Our solid forms, worn by heavy souls and weathered;
ignore their pleas, their weeps that tease
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Don't live life where you should have been, live life where you are....because you may not be there tomorrow.
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