Tim died on Tuesday And what do you know? Several weeks later Another did go We did our best To settle his end We all went to meet him To see his last stand As angels, we walked him As far as we could And in my heart In heaven He isn't alone In my heart In heaven You walk side-by-side As one passes In turn They're somebody's guide So, guide me to heaven I pray that I'm going When I'm shattered by loss And there's no way of knowing In heaven, one leads And the other does follow In my heart, in heaven You walk side-by-side. Like Joy and then Cesar Their stories I'm given To make sense of life Paint a picture of heaven In my heart, in heaven Their stories are woven So one might go fighting Another fades out One leading the way And one digging the grave In heaven one leads And the other does follow In my heart, in heaven You walk side-by-side Sunflower heads are like paws of lions Great, ponderous paws As they bow over In the hot summer While cicadas saw At the hot humid air In unending efforts Sunflowers bow Their stooping Heads full of seeds That must ripen now The sunflower toils It's back to the sun now It's great head Like the paw of a lion Each petiole A great green tuft Between a great toe Or holding a hidden sleeping claw Imagine every petiole Like the end of a nerve cell In it's own consciousness A flower For sunflowers are Hundreds of flowers And sprouting all the way up From its roots Really, It's a miracle Lions don't have roots Imagine each vein In that sunflower stem Starting from a root Crawling up a shoot Layer by layer It must grow from the inside So the outside is weathered and older It's always been destined to branch and form a leaf? a patch of leaf? and next one will reach all the way up to be a plain green petiole or one day one a part of that delicate bud Really it's a wonder Lions don't have roots It's as if they Carry them around In their stomachs. While these great flowers Light up in a sudden blaze as their seeds splay out and fatten all at once in a festival of growth a finale a firework that blazes and scorches deep in its own glowing growing seed embers While sleeping lions breathe and dream of flowers Oh I am a shell Of my former self And I sing over Valleys and hills I was given a choice To give forth my voice And God took my body from me I am a shell Over valleys and hills I gave up my voice I was given a choice This guitar is a shell Of my former self And I sing through the Hollows and hills I was given a choice To give up my voice If I wanted to fly Then God took my body from me I sing to give voice To those who have no choice To whose bodies can never be free I am the shell Of my former self I sing through the hollows and hills I was given a choice To bring forth my voice But if I want to fly It will sound like a cry When God takes my body from me Into the Spiderverse A self-conscious beam that knows how far it's been And where it has traveled And when it began Fragments positioned by greater more central ancient eventualities Frozen relativity A turn And they simply be what they must be I can't feed on your extacy It's not good for me And I can't mend broken dreams Can't be a silver screen It is not what I need My heart beats on the silver screen And behind the scenes I'm just holding on treadin water I can't be it all And be a mother sister friend and daughter Sent from what time and discernible direction Yet in another's footsteps Refracting from reality like the spinning projections of a paper sphere The spinning of a coin Suddenly choosing to wink out of existence in thin air? For those are the stakes The chance glinting of light Visible to us like a mandala of ripples from whence And what and why do I walk head down and weighing so It's as if every fiber, no fiber optic no all those static electrons Fight my current path As though every popping wiring in my body was fizzing and short-circuiting hissing like a frightened cat focused and flying like I had turned on my phasers and light beamed into flack a field of asteroids and every particle It's as if every particle knew As I did myself The path of light I was on is somewhere In New York My body In fact belongs in grand central Station today Battling the crowded throng of a 5 o'clock commuter crowd And against all fate the windings the very path of light my soul has willfully forsaken my migration every atom Every atom must adapt Every electron Every cell of my DNA's composing must buck the very trajectory of time at my birth And so it is with every movement of my soul I stir the fibers of the universe I am magnetic I am an impulse of light Every cavernous movement of my being A revelation of electricity An indelible mark on the time as it Should have been A part of me fights that Broadway sidewalk traffic Bears the weight of dreams I can't let go of Lives I might have lived Across miles I cling to memories Dragging my very steps In a blind Hell-bent fiercely faithful Momentously Fibrously Microscopically felt and slowly A wink a single winking coin My love for you I cling to I swing in a Ring around the rosie Take time for me to slow To look within myself And dance these invisible grave and deeply ritual dances With my past self Let me sound out My own fearsome invisible power Let me sound out the winking coin at the farthest reaches of my soul's galaxy Let me do this And let me My body is walking here beside you And against throngs in New York Let me test the strength of my soul Let me pray Let me wield those furthest prayers To relics of my past beings Let me wonder over what I'd be Let me give some to that which doesn't have me Let me nurture my own balance Lest I collapse my own universe On this unknown Partly-conscious Path I have taken Knowing I have left another behind. If I was dreaming Dreaming be I'd marry you upon the sea And dreaming seaside Write a book And live with you Beneath a tree And dreaming Dreaming I would be If or when I'd married be And under which I'd dream of thee Not what or why I'd dreaming see The light of stars That shine for thee But for and in And loving be Each one upon me I will see And peek from Dreaming behind leaves And under whether Here you be If we were married If and when You set a boat You working be And if or when Not longing, we Shall dream Of seaside when we meet And dreaming Choose our stars to be And sleeping Dream to promise me And married Not for others wake But in our own time In our place We will our future Waking, see And gently dream of what's to be And can we ever Really parted Be when what We see is started And what is it We highest see? Gentle light of stars A tree And in our choosing Buried be The chance of loving the fate of choice And the thought of failure The wish of others This we take If married be And others Other If and maybe Dance away Like faithful lovers, We are dreaming dreaming, be My if or maybe Chanting thee To marry only If and wholly Dancing truly Under love forever dreaming marry me Perhaps the weight of this great house and now I see I'm on my own Perhaps I had my chance And where should I go? Perhaps again I'll know And in a daisy chain I'll go And late at night I dream the dream I cry my tears And I might pray Sometimes I wish my life away Until one day Again I join In work and play And always pray By day for others of my kind And hold my hand out In the sun And in the light of friendship Run In circles In a daisy chain And daily pray And nightly dream And always I am on my own Surrounded by those of my kind And soon We know And late We pray And always dreaming So we play In daisy chains In circle games In meadow wild and meadow free We sing a melody In harmony with the wide world. Oh how friendship used to be And when in making So I'd dream And yes I'd dream a thousand dreams To have you in my heart A thousand poses Falling, I Would gesture friendship Face the sky And yearning always to the sun I'd furl my petals Sing my song And gesture love 1000 ways To show you how I feel inside The dance of friendship Making thus Has been a lifetime Going forth And little movements Starting out Did fall with sudden swooping thrills Till petals closer Cherished tighter Opened neatly More controlled And tightly wrapped around my heart And sweetly in 1000 poses So I opened like the roses Memory and each so sweet How wonderful friendship used to be!
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