Those to Come

Eyeless in the morning sun you were

Pale and mild, a modern girl

Taken with thought, still prone to care

Makin tea in your underwear

You went out in the yard to find

Something to eat and clear your mind

Something bad inside me went away

Quaking leaves and broken light

Shifting skin the coming night

The bearers of all good things arrive

Climb inside us, twist and cry

A kiss on your molten eyes

Myriad lives like blades of grass

Yet to be realized, bow as they pass

They are cold,

Still,

Waiting in the ether,

To form,

Feel,

Kill,

Propagate,

Only to die

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Dissolve

Magically,

Absurdly,

They'll end,

Leave,

Dissipate,

Coldly

And strangely

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