down these dim sunlit
hallways holding
the hands of sullen
ghosts
no love = no addictions
do you see the appeal of
sleeping with liars?
of cages built from
stained glass bars?
no one’s afraid to bleed
if death is
just another form of
dreaming
but i can’t live like
that
i need the forest and
the forest’s edge
i need the desert,
the abandoned factory,
the smooth expanse of
lawn that leads
from sidewalk to picture
window and
i need blue sky and soft
white cloud
not a past that tastes
like
a mouthful of blood
not a church filled with
the
gnawed bones of innocent
victims
are you with me here?
we are not born
flightless birds
but we evolve
understanding is a gift
but my
generosity has reached
its end
a man beyond the reach of
despair is
a man finally safe at
home
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