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It's New Years now
the year has turn
and the snow has leaked into my boots.

We're spinning in the slowest circle
on the fastest orbit known,
mewing a melody
that threatens to take us to the sky.

o red winter star
shine on with me
light up all I see

Show me a life full with
incorrect timing and muddled data
-this is all I know of love-
but your voice, clear as ocean water
and mine, soft as a war machine

The Funeral, Part II

We lie unguarded
awake and torn apart
back to back
under unrelenting starshine
all to do is close our eyes.

I am not an imaginate,
though I may be a figment;
when I was young I thought
I might grow up to be a fire truck
now I am young,
I want to be a real boy
so I raise a wooden gesture
and soldier on.

Forearm to table
forehead to forearm
you exhausted me with possibilities -
you dreamed while I slept.

Rolling over in sunlight -
I seem to remember August, green,
but awake it is January, gray gray gray.
Sleep! Sleep no more!
Honor Darling shall sleep no more.