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2 September 2001

that i

That I might purge myself
of all uncleanliness
in the hidden chambers
of my heart.

That I might learn
to see with greater clearness
through these eyes
empoisoned with regret.

That I might with
these heavy hands
smooth the wrinkles
in our forgotten face.

 eternal   Your guarded silence is a wall   I sleep blindly at the bottom of a fish tank,   My world is lost unto myself   that i   There are days   The only true measure   solace   sentenced to a living death   sometimes   my love   nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky   windows   With each new birth