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Take your name and put it into the beginning and the end and it will surprisingly fit right in, if your veins can handle all of the broken pieces from the last failure.

Can we find a place within to live without our finding Love?

You stay and play with the children, I’ll go to the end and back thinking you’ll be there to greet me. You stay and tend the fields, I’ve got things I need to get done before any applause meets my deeds! You stay here and clean the water, I’ll be silent... if you’ll but remember I had no choice. You stay and protect my diamond and forgive me for the better part of me not coming until now.

I didn’t know who I was, didn’t know who you were, just two spirits dancing with the other and the other and the other and never breathing as it should be, never loving as was meant to be, always dancing sadly and painfully across the span.

What is holding me back?

Unseen questions part my lips not knowing where I’d been or who I’d seen, the face that had wandered out into the night sky only to find his feet to be right at home.

A glance is all we live to see, if we’d sense that our lifetimes are eternal, every breath, every smile, every laugh, and every Love set to come our way.

Listen to them, easily beginning to pray when they’re afraid! The shadows drape their tombs like Willow trees bending down to answer them.

Would they have prayed for all else but self if it meant they’d have afforded another new queen her Heart(H)?

Trembling limbs and quivering wits have refuge in that storm. It’s the wavering night and shadows that bother you most. Sleep at night and dance with all of your spirits in private of all of those you’ve ever met. Begin.

Without choice you’ll act. Without thinking you’ll act and react. Without hesitation you’ll run toward truth.

Follow me or follow yourself, the difference is unimaginable, yet tragically lamentable.


© 2011 by mark prime

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