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1 " Heart RingsWhat stories would our bones tellif they had rings like trees?circles marking the timeswhen you felt lovedwhen you were in lovewhen you grievedwhen you did something thatrequired every last ounce of your couragewhen you were full of faith — That is how our hearts worka lone, rhythmic documentarian chronicling your life in the shadow of your flesh mysterious even to its ownerAnd someday we might learnthat it was drawing a mapfor the soul to navigate the real final frontier "
― , Become The Fool
2 " We are souls in the fleshspecters caught between the limbo of yesterday and tomorrowillusions of the presentimposters in these skinsI am rain blown sideways by the windMy art, my love, my hunger slows the descentI spread out like a shadow on the pavementstomped on by what is, saved by what is notbut is and is not are so fickleReality and dreams dress up as one anotherplaying musical chairs in the mindand if you are so lucky that a dream seizesthe throne and turns your mind into an imagination, do not revolt, do not resistBecome your madnessBecome the fool "
3 " Trick CandleTorches feeding on the dark between the starsa river of ice and fire converge in her chesta kiss like a hot spring, a tongue of embersbreath of ash with sparking lipswords that crash like the tide and a judge’s hammera touch like a bed of poppies and spiderwebships like the curve of an hourglass and sexpure sex manifested in the flesha body to take a bullet forI am drunk and drugged, dashed uponthe shore of her soula soul to set the angels and demons to warI am stranded in no man’s landin between her ribslike a madman guardiansearching for her wombseeking death or rebirththose bittersweet twinsone a flickerthe other a trick candleI crawl towards the light "
4 " Tonight my heart weeps on behalf of my eyesa reluctant delegation of tears like condensation on a windowon the verge of fallingTonight I am a ruina castle made of sandThe tide has come to reclaim meI am a mirage in a ghost's memoryalready gone if I was ever hereTonight I am the blood of the rosesqueezed and pressed in a child's handI am the moon without the sunMy light is dimmingand the moths have taken up residencein my stomach where the butterflies once livedIt is dark and they are hungryTomorrow I will keep planting flowers in my soulWinter will passThey will bloom and the butterflies will return "
5 " Love leaves you empty and full at onceIt leaves you burning and at peaceIt leaves you satisfied and wanting moreIt gives you light in darknessan ember that never coolsa song of silencea dream with eyes wide openIt flees when it is soughtIt finds you when you aren’t lookingIt is magic and it is real "