these tears
moments of real
remind me
of all the men
you visit me
in every moment
of skin to soul
soul to thought
thought to tears
i reconcile
to the inevitable
to what is not
to what is
you come first as a haze
then you have form
then you dominate
i give up
the feeble fight
relapse
understand
accept
this is the new world
after the cold grays
of every day
the emotion runs free
like the touch of spring
the fall of rain
the warm sun on your face
feel human
accept
move on
the heart
this mind
these devils
these truth keepers hold a mirror everyday to the real
in the quiet of the noise i see you
i see us
fall back
into the tortured quiet
of the wait
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