"caution crept between the words,"
she said.
a sort of quiet conversation
between myself
and my own patience
for myself
itching through the last of what's left the shed.
burning bathtubs bubble violet,
just a taste for some peace and quiet.
summer sands,
they're slipping through your hands.
braces your knees to catch your catapulted kin.
we're all just waiting to begin.
massive melting megaphones corrode.
mix the silence and displace,
patient structures rust in place.
while stumbling
we're all left crumbling,
to a comfort caught
put gently in it's place,
young hearts all grown beneath the weight.
and I'm not trying to let go
but these hands aren't yours' to hold
waiting, wishing
someday isn't so.
now break your broken bender,
save what's to remember
American Splender,
on letting go,
you'll find your feet.
all the mistruths we'll learn to sleep through.
calipers stretch and sweep,
through the distances we'll learn to see though.
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