green grass grows in winter,
and the herds that wander
in the prairie,
and the clear air—I can see all the way to
purple, hazy Monterey.
Natural happiness and true,
no one can take that away, but you.
Individual, yet bound,
each the lighthouse on the rocks
and each the ship, the scream of the hull, broken upon them.
Relent my body, every open pore
a heavy smog—desires, fears and wants
Show me someone incapable of hypocrisy
I’ll drop down and kiss the ground they’ve walked,
Repent for every breath I’ve spent struggling to discern
what is right and what is wrong
and nothing more of me
next time i’ll hide the light better
in some vague melancholy verse
about a fading flower
or a shattered bier
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