in fields of grass
between fallacies of you
i remember in time
like dimes spinning on cracks of steps
we come in and out of consciousness
i waver with anxiety between fields of nothingness
in fields of grass, i revel
singing songs with multiples of you
to spin with darts
on a board in a dim-lit bar i used to call home
we stand in question
to believe our silence in this position
in fields of grass under moonlight
i hunch in triumph of desire
to wonder is to wander
the vibrations of our brain
blood through my veins
i used to feel like this in 2006
in fields of grass under moonlight, i revel
do you understand the rhythm
two stuck in tango yet one with cracked calluses
does the grasp let go
do we fold or follow
i used to hear you at night
but just another refrigerator creaking
in time we find moments
longing feelings and emotions
dusk on sidewalks yearning
i’ve always thought of you in abstract
a painting i couldn’t quite finish
they say you make nice with honey
but i only make memories in hurting
i painted you in strength
yet the memories of yesterday still sting
you paint them to be
how you remember them in time
yet time splits and you forget
i used to hurt in shadows
in the great silence
a wednesday afternoon
finding and learning of time i found yearning
to be a better man
to understand why things seem to fold in repetition
hands intertwined
fingers locking
how do you let go with no fingers
i remember in time
i could die on this hill
find time and fill memories
every day i let the brush go
painting ideas of what this could be
one day you’ll find things
a man on a crack in the ocean i left for him
we pull rapids in chaos
i stand at force, i remember
always in dark
a sad song i wrote for you
like the one on the radio
the one you always used to listen to
yet never knew was written for you
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