Change
must first be...

You raised two suicidal
kids. One who questions...

Jellyfish fingers
slide beyond summer's treasure cove...

His midnight voice
melts the tension...

If language were a code for war
we'd be verdicts of an indigo sky...

Don't you want to go back to those sunlit days
where we would stretch our hands and catch golden...

My right hand, a statue
inches above the coffee mug...

Instead of uttering a phrase
that promises better time...

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The one who I clung to...

I don't know how to handle thinking back.
Was I only created for living once in the past...

I wish you'd held on for me,
and waited out my tide...

Do you think that I could forget you?
That I could murder all the moments...