not-so-Vincent

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No windmills left to tilt at
And the powers that be
Are behind closed doors

I'm sickened, weakened
By the January rain--
A plague brought down
On our heads

You say my weakness
Endears me to you
My darkness, my light

That my power to consume you
Mold and remake you
Holds no fear against your heart

You kiss my irreverent mouth
Always with one eye open
Because you say you don't want to miss
One expression I make

I left Atlantis as my forwarding address
When the sea called me home
I left you standing there alone

You only smiled and said,
"When you've walked its streets
and captured its people
you'll come back,
and I'll be here."

You were right.


Nascent




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