WINE AND GATES

Tomorrow Among Courage Taken, Fully...

real
the sound of crying...
when, where, who, them, heal
upon nothing in love, with what whying

sorry, for a life to seat amid stars...?
if anyhow, but since allowed
the choice for each their confusion in warmth
my name for an eye of steel, as if now

cold, harrowed, worth the shame we let?
asked if someplace special, even encouraged to be
will, many respect fewer done, can all be met?
the throat of surmiseal has another name to lead

wishes upon issues, comeliness upon seemliness
the thought of suicide with teeth of ides
made from fingers, toes and the art of honored guess
the love of dreams in rows of reason for wry's

continue?
the name is still someone else's
come from the specter and spectacle of you
when is more to be ours, when real know's well...?

the truth
mists of voices seen, the haunt of charisma for heed
will we never be, the coping heart of sincerer couth?
continue indeed, the poorer the need, the worthier the seed


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