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deliverance
there is no mystery to be solved the questions were more whole to remain questions because the answers we look for are too empty to satisfy even god tells white lies and often it is for the good like the reasons why some die young and why a long life can be the most painful curse there are boundaries that should be respected there are times when leaping into the void can only break bones and give nothing else one should know how high to dare to fly and how one should fall on the ground and how long one could stare into the sun i have learned these things and other darker lessons all in time for me to learn to breathe in each new day basking in the freedom of not having you
the rooms in my heart are empty his room held only the faintest traces of his scent he has gone away only my breathing echoed in the stillness a pure music of fading sighs
absent-mindedly i brushed away your ghosts like cobwebs caught in my hair sharp shakes of my head rattled my thoughts still you clung to me like bloodstain i caught myself dreaming again in black and white which i softly wash with color nothing coarse, even kissing you had soft edges almost you were willing to stay and not wake abruptly i grabbed my bag of runes my gold and silver coins rattled among the sacred stones with these i will buy Things that give me senses of you see, i have learned to be practical.
signs of you glared at me under the sharpening morning sun i could see them beautiful and faded like old sets from old movies whatever they stood for has begun to unravel; meanings fell like loose ends of questions i am bewildered by the sudden dryness of the dust that skimmed across my thoughts of you like the sudden blast of a sunrise scaring away the skulking shadows that nursed my passion for you. i realize, you have lost me. i woke up and there was someone else sitting unaware on the throne where i have always brought you my songs and my chants and inaudible prayers where i have patiently lit candles and burned incense, and watched you reluctantly suffer my devotion. but see, now the dreams that used to hover around you have flown away. listen, can you still hear me murmuring the questions you refused to answer? even the echoes are beginning to die down. will you miss me like a lost limb, i wonder, or will you be thankful, or will you weep?
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