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Tuesday, August 10, 2004
Mitch forces himself to write a poem and is not happy with the results.
In the Thickness of the Dark
I went walking, you walked with me
It was stark - fancy - we were free
The blackness carried the breeze
Falling down and putting its fingers on the trees
Going between the branches' knees
I felt the crunch of those falling leaves
The darker you go the darker you please
But pleasure doesn't do what it seems
Somewhere it takes you where it leads
But to forget is a deeper, darker need
Wood is hollow your breath a dream
I would like to take you with me
Your wood is hollow, your breath a dream
Your veins full of blood, an endless stream
We're just trees
We need to grow
Don't you ask me I don't know
I'd like to stand still
We're just trees
We can feel the breeze
We are bent by its hand
I'd like to stand still
But I can't
Everything tells me to feel
But all I feel is you
I remember a far off time
In a far off land
When Fate put my seed
My parents were full of lust & greed
Their love consummated me
And one at a time, I grew
And one at a time, I knew
My roots go deeper than you know
My roots are wicked
My roots are gnarled on you
I feel left out, done and through
Every day there is a night
In the night there is a day
Let us carry away
Water me in your rain
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