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One day years from now without our knowing or design our hair will be the same color, and I'll sit somewhere, wrinkled hands clasped on some memory and think maybe it was meant to be. Years from now when time has put a prettier face over mine I hope you remember how my smile curves up and out and shatters the illusion of years. In the dark maybe one time you'll wake up and you won't know why but you'll be thinking about that thing I said that time, and if you smile into the dark for me that's enough. And If I never get to see your heart and white hair matching my white hair I just hope that my memory stretches your wrinkled face in a to

the ringing wind in the night through the ever greens dandled my heart like a child many long nights and stopped when I cut my claws on the ever greens It said Child, you are too young- but I had just discovered poison I came upon a young hunter- You said you weren't hungry I said not yet

The truth is it hurts to try. --- I'll never see you serene in silver but I'm sure you'll wear it as glibly as you wear your youth. --- There was some poem or prayer that I used to know but it made me cry so I forgot. --- Isn't it a testament to poetry that some people say they aren't afraid to die? --- I think to myself in every lovely place it doesn't matter where I end up- I was here. --- Who would trade for what I have? My lipstick for Saint Peter, the Worms- The Lady of Shallot she knows we're all talk Juliet wont meet my eyes --- Sometimes I'm in pain, and I don't know why and I think about the time that someone said the universe is

Sometimes I forget there's such a thing as fireflies. I remember them only in the summer when I'm sticky and sated with watermelon and the little lights left on your eyes after you've seen fireworks and the thought drifts back that the imagined sparks floating in the dusky air are actually there.

The lady in the spring comes door to door The lady of the spring in the April downpour. There was once a may fair when I was small There were flowers in my hair and we met there. The lady in the spring comes year after year and I'm always here.

If it doesn't work, I'll go back to being a devotee of the other side; I have family there I spent my childhood summers in airy beach houses on the forest floor. If I can't hold on here I'll return to the fields of sage rain washed, fragrant in the sun, If you try to get to my heart Don't you know you cant? If it starts to hurt it's not the end- child of the other world I'll go home.

I think we can agree we didn't think it would be this hard when we said yes, bit in pale flesh, red skin. I bled myself and blessed myself and killed a man because of his cold blood God help him, I need none. I bet my life on a horse called laughter came in second to a horse named love I stood there laughing.

Persephone- You were the most loved by me and the others. I would say this staring down the fall staring down the grim magnolia spring staring down- down. Persephone- We never really talked before now: but I hear- I hear the call PROCEED PROCEED PROCEED PROCEEDS Siren song of the grim magnolia spring I think we should talk again because it's getting hard, it just isn't the same And I know the graffiti on these walls I know it's your handwriting I know I know I'll stare down the fall I'll make it to the fall I'll watch the new leaves fall I'll outlast the leaves I'll find you in the rotten magnolia leaves littering the sidewalk sickly

There was her kingdom come There was her will done There was a world of haunting and ecstasy There the ghosts ran wild The passion free- Ruined; the dominion of the child god and her spirits- temple defiled by her own hands.

The trees bent with red leaves and early snow and I sang gloria in excelsis deo and hoped it would not be the last thing to go. I know but little but of hope I know and my hope was the first thing to go as the red trees bent in the early snow and I sang to a god I didn't know.