Repetition out of remission
Thoughts keep circling with
possible ending
Blood keeps pumping and eyes
are open and dreaming
Of all these extending
answers hanging on the fringes
Of all these missing lists of
names I have called
Out and shed out and trailed
off
Anything is possible and I
try not to trip off the ugliness
Sitting on the doorstep
waiting to be let in the house
And I stand with blind eyes
and a baseball bat
In my back pocket holding for
a battle
I try to forget that it could
all be over with
In one night, hoping to build
from here
In the corners of a place I
wish to stay
In the heathers of hair that
I could find
A blanket of illusion
solidified
For more than this just one
time
A new start outside this
imagination
Cold and still in the forest
night
Kissing more than the thrill
Of open chills that this is
here
And knowing it will go on
Beyond a syllable ringing to
let out of class
That repetition is out of
remission
And the chance, has a chance
to last
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