upon an uncomfortable path,
concrete
beside stagnant water
we may make our bed
            weaving star history
            into our sheets and blankets
                        wear a myth

my chest, be your pillow
my arms, they keep you real
               were your face, the sky above me
I would see you

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as the sunrise, always makes them
the further are away
                     so if I could not touch
     you would seem

to pass


astray

civil war and bootleg tapes
I feel the nightmare
             of so many escaped

but,

you don't run away
you run with me, as the sun
lazily climbs from bed

                          and follows us
give chase, to burn
                     the trees with change

we walk, the moon cradled by clouds
                   harvest, like grapes
     I taste wine, you take shape