Grand

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I want to be the man with brawn

Who stays all right when all goes wrong

It’s just the luck of the draw I guess

I really couldn’t tell you why

I want to keep the most control

And not allow you to take hold

It’s only shakes from the willow tree

I could get lost in your sky

But now there’s this and that and then

I cannot keep them in again

It’s just a cotton tulip show

To say I’m done’s a lie

I want to stay the one who's strong

The Iron Heart never melted down

Then my eyes began to flood

Right as your well ran dry

But now there’s who and with and when

And everlasting tales to spin

Grandest illusion of them all

And you really couldn’t tell me why

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The SECRET HEART

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THE SECRET HEART

No blacklisted emotion here. Just slow-motion scenes and fluid, fecund clutches. We made a place, secret, where we could hide, my heart in yours, and yours in mine.

       Anticipatory glances are more than nurtured in this unseen circumstance. What lies beyond that smirk, behind that curve? Fingers trace a course from the corner of your eye to the corner of your mouth. Such wealth to be had in the peaks of your chest, and the valleys of your neck, and belly, and ahh...

       Is there really even a world happening around us?

       Slow-motion swings and felicitous sways. Reeling backward, unafraid. I can be anyone with you. Grasp it sharply, searchingly. Electric charges, energy-vibratos, flowing between, exchanging within. I can hear your secrets. Can you hear mine, too? I can breathe it all, your majesty, the light, the dark, your vicissitudes. 

       Surreptitious workings without any clues, they fasten secrets in lockets on chains surrounding our hearts. Secrets to them, no secrets to us. Embedded together. Infinity.

       Slow-motion turns in waves of zeal, no hesitation: I will feel what you feel.

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The Iron Heart

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THE IRON HEART

Running. 

I am running. And it is behind me, giving chase, billowing in its magenta shades and gossamer pulchritude.

I am running, in a thudding wood, a dying wood. I am running because to stand is to be caught.

I am not looking back. I can hear only the tinkling of life underneath, and Novembral breath as it charges past. I see only obscure contours hurtling by; fair palates that capture so much more than the little deaths they betray. There is awe in sight, there is wonder in sound, and in the thundering that is my heartbeat, keeping pace & rhythm with the strides I take.

I am traveling, away from it. To look back is to yield the apostasy I have strove for, the fortification I know. An iron heart.

Running, so far in. Refusing a backward glimpse. And what is more fearsome: that what is following is really following, or not there at all...

For who could want this fragmented frame? Who would try their alchemy on an iron heart, and who would melt it down? Who would contend to handle the splinters, of all that I am, and all I will be?

Is it a dream I am running in, to a Tree of Life, without limbs? What sleight of hand could make me believe, that any hands would wish to carry me?

And the flaxen shapes, golden before, cast over with ripples of impending nothingness. I can't let it in.

I am running, I am weeping, I am parts becoming none. I am running, I am weary, I am used, I am none. I am iron and I cannot let it get me. (Please let it get me.)

-CaS 11.04.2015 09.00PM