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The stairs here go down
Into obscurity;
What a shallow realization!
For what’s deepest
Is not always profound
And from a step
A fool was crowned.

For my ________ (freeverse)

Your eyes lie on me in darkening ignorance,
Like they fell down unstable earth
Where a bottom was reached 
That you and I now share.
 
And I had thought of my innocence in moment’s rage,
While yours appeared to me without time, in blank forgiveness;
Without the flood that withers us to its command. 

Anger was yours to lose, 
But you had found an anchor, 
And I, a lighthouse.

And from a moment I had discovered myself again, 
And discovered you also,
 as child, 
Without that weight of time you wear now so well, 
And sometimes wish to shed.  

From what becomes of reluctance
grows saving guilt,
And i forgive you, 
And in a higher self-defeat, 
You forgave me. 

We have both scattered part of ourselves, 
But in parts we newly assembled  
What matters after all,
Even though it is a reminder
Of hopes forever lost;
Such are the necessities we must bear.

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The duty of an organ (freeverse)

Those restless moments before sleep have a-blazed tonight 
And from four corners drew a room wherein 
A flicker of sense and 2 gallons of heated emotion 
Spilled into the most craving cavity.

To wake up, to disappear from illusion 
As if curse enlightened some inner truth of character; 
Certainly, a tender meat luring animals inching closer 
To better hear harmonies of sentiments pulsing.

I am not satisfied, now wanting, wherein wanton 
Becomes of me in forced flight,
And left as if altitude stranded what is most heavy,
Which by another name... 

Steady, rich, fertile; such are properties of
An earth where a predator searches, yearns 
To be scorched, scorned, adorned 
With the presence of those things that cause a pressure 
Forceful enough to advance onto living futures, 
Or the most alluring prey.

In violence, struck and crossed, etched a mark on wood, 
On paper a pool of ink, for that ancient story blessed a symbol;
Engraved a line between two sides maintained by 
Fragile power;
A tempo dances to new fear, hope, love, hate.

To deny them and yet to also give life all the same; 
It's that which truth and corruption,
Haunted and hunted, damn silently by name:
The heart.