And the tears were flowing from empty cups

where hearts were bundled in tombs,

Eyes were filled with scorching rumors

the death that was clung from the womb.

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To look upon and see behind

the ease that curdled the prime,

all the chatter of they, them, and mine

splashing and drown in the depth of no rhyme.

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I’m spilling over these steps of mine

a shuffle that leads no define

movements in adagio

to the subtle closing of time.

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