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"This World"
Reading the glass that I see right though
with chambers of musty branches
No gratitude found for this sinking soul I know.
The face seems harmless like a baby
but so covered with this think layer
of suicidal torture
bending at the edge of the needle
and piercing his whole life.
There he lay, losing his intellegence
facing what he was.
Truly facing, though, was what he could be.
It was a soft kiss goodbye.
Like so, one sad night,
I could have felt his voice
his arms, his very mortal breath and pain.
No inspiration covered me
until that night arose.
Regretion pulls me down
no so far as to pass, yet
only to turn once around.
Only to dance his song face to face
just a slight glide of his eyes
as his feelings flow deep into me
is my distant prayer
never to be so real.
Night chosen that he spoke to my soul
matching up to it all.
He was here within me
reminding me of his presence.
He was born into me,
only undisguised, truthful it was.
The visible trademarks where he had
broken the silence of respect in him
tossed away they were
thousands of tears for hate.
No revenge or grudge upon you, my brother
my sun.
You rest soundly in the deepest vessel
I hold.
Not forgotten, not forgiven
This world was yours and mine.
-1996 written to Kurt after an incredible dream, letting me know that he is still here in spirit.
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