Let
me tell you what I know about
this is the rhythm of it falling
apart
toss
the stones in the river because
we
are
we
are coming up for air again
What
did I even know about
guilt
and sin
all
of the dreams that
I
was dying in
it
was a curse it was a blessing it
was
utter nothingness
until
it skidded and came crashing
home
No
telling how the earth will
record
this disaster
whistling dixie
in the wind
as if I had the
answer
ballet with fractured form
tripped
up by vengeful rapture
the hammer flung
against
the wall
Dismantled
piece by piece into
a
million parts
buried
back with Santa at
the
Christmas tree farm
what
is dead is what is real to
the
falling apart
we
heard the siren but not the
alarm
I
wonder how I will know when
the
sky becomes my master
mocking me with
laughter
tomorrow
is today tornadoes
circling
my trailer
I was wrong over
and over again
Now
I whisper to the wind about
my
broken heart
failing
in slow motion
not
a subtle art
toss
the stones in the river because
I
am
I
am here alone at the end
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