i want you to have this
this piece of me
i thought of going there once
i thought of you when i was leaving
there isn't much time
as much time as each of us has
you'd say given
but there is no giver
in between breaths on the cliff
above the water
looking down at the jutted bolders
shoulders of giants
waves energy charge
flames flickering across the pass
and i know that they go on
the hunt steadies on
all on
all the time
on the buses and the streets
soldiering on
they are the brave ones
they are hound masters
for i am selfish
welcome back from the dead cloudy monday
i am the solipsistic impulse
i am the cake and then i am nothing
and it matters little whether i stand or fall
winds puncture my skin
bolts pierce the side
blood under skin long and lean
scriveners historical
acquiescence
acceptance
and it comes
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