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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Tyson West

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Samela - Our Bridge Too Far

My beardless grimace dangles at the brink
of deepening desires croaked to you Sam.
In turn your visions cut me as I shrink
a sketchy anchor while The Voices slam
self loathing and your brittle angst against
the lava of your last eruption cooled.
Too young to weave your warp, yet still you sensed
my old gold soul and your sane fragments pooled
could conjure us into a subtle match.
Eight years must pass before our bodies clutch
a span beyond my gossamer to catch
your shattered mind and heal it with my touch.
My pearls of guilt forever will despair
the sight of your flesh stepping into air.