Friday, August 24, 2012


slowly but surely it wakes you up
the drowsiness draining from the cup
slowly but surely you're all aware
of the emptiness; of all that isn't there
and it beats with a throbbing like native drums
and it tells you to get up, just get up and run
but frozen like waters in northern lakes
can't stop the crash or find the brakes
and when least expected it wraps all around
hold your breath, don't move, don't make a sound
lest you chase it away, lest it up and leave
and the rising and falling;
the chest will heave
dearly beloved, replenish the wine
dearly departed, i'll tell you it's fine
and the tears flow out with the blood of the vine
in the tender release of all that was mine

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