Layers upon layers
Fine, whispy coats
Of sheer veneer
The shadow of your hand
Plays under several
Half way to my mask
Halfway to my heart
Each position in which I lay
Aches for someone to hold
The hopelessness of desire
Blends with an unrelieved
Taste of loss now on
My every breath
Tears preempt a cold
Consciousness
Preventing my escape
From loneliness
A great change
Has occurred here
I no longer have to convince
The manifested spirits
Who wander in and out
Of my waking days
Whispering in quick claim
Of the fear I have
In riding the electric storm
That may not produce
A sunrise
My song has been pulled
Under black waves
And I can’t breathe
Trapped forever beyond
What I want and need
And what I have been allowed
I would like to think
That the sun
Brings consolation
Even when I am found
Sitting in the rays
Arms wrapped my middle
Trying to hold the pain in
The blisters on my hand
Turn into staining wounds
I continue to ponder
All the theological questions
Of the why and the why
Each luminosity at twilight
Spreads only darkness
Into the coming sunset
I need for the anguish
To be captured in
Pewter common cups
Making the wafers
Easier to swallow
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