do not go back
to those who
backed into not
who go to done
who have gone
to those who
leave you asking
who you were with
*
find those
who need not
to be found
and who look at you
with eyes weeping the possible
horror of the loss
of their independence
that attracts you
to look longer
at those
*
above the cross
with a drooping face
mouthing darkness
i heard a whisper
that no one will save you
and you will save fewer
than that
for you will spend a life looking
to the clouds to shape you
though they too will crumble
down into hell
if only to drown it
and maybe you
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