The buzz
of the years
The hype
of all our secret fears
This
insistence on going old and cold
Fevers
of the past and healing of the present
Would
it be that family could always be there?
The constant
experiment with links formed by blood
Born
into the same disaster
So PTSD
together
There
is something unfound about all of this
Lookalikes
in framed pictures
Habits,
passions, failings
Generational
wealth or poverty
Broken
cycles of common songs
Reclaiming
the ancient sign of the hurt
With
mother in her lip turned fame
Saying,
if one, if one, if one could name
And father
with his upturned grace
Claiming
I was,
I was, I was the s%&*!
And brother
with the telepathic gaze
Sharing
one mind and one experience for days
And sister
with the virtues intake
Spinoza,
Descartes, Plato, Parmenides
And
sister again, and oh that human stain
Creeping
out of self
Just
to stand in forgiveness and the rain
And what
is this ancient pain?
This
longing, this fear of loss and rage
I need
you but I need you not
Till
finger bleeds
And they
cover all.
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