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<h1>Zk | Haiku</h1>
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<h2 id="in-eigengrau">In <em>Eigengrau</em></h2>
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<p><q class="comment">In <em>Eigengrau</em></q></p>
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<div class="verse">Arctic fox's den
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adorned with flowers and snow
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garden in winter</div>
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<p><q class="comment">In <em>Eigengrau</em></q></p>
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<div class="verse">A measure of grain
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and a measure of water —
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spring's own time and heat
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baked for comfort in the cold —
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winter calls for stores.</div>
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<p><q class="comment">In <em>Eigengrau</em></q></p>
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<div class="verse">Leaves fall, grass withers,
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and I step back to witness
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winter's frozen form.
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Maturity? Strength? Wisdom?
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Dry heat and cool nights?</div>
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<p><q class="comment">In <em>Eigengrau</em></q></p>
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<div class="verse">Seven flies circle,
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Trimmers chatter down the block:
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The hum of summer.
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Drink deep of death-thoughts
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as the day dies with a yawn —
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the year starts to fade.</div>
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<h2 id="unpublished">Unpublished</h2>
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<li><a href="uvaip.html">Unimportant verse about important people</a></li>
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<li><a href="missives.html">Poems from missives</a></li>
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<li><a href="mental-health.html">Mental health</a></li>
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<li><a href="gender.html">Gender</a></li>
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<li><a href="misc.html">Misc</a></li>
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<h1>Zk | Unimportant verse about important people</h1>
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<p><q class="comment">In <em>Eigengrau</em></q></p>
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<div class="verse">I see your past in cross-processed film,
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in blown-out colors and over-saturation.
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You told me all about it, told me grand stories:
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you were going to go back in time and save the world.
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I see your past in yellows and browns,
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in umber and sienna and amber, in a younger sun.
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You sat and told me how — and you were always sitting —
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you thought past-you dreamt of a future less complicated than today.
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I see your past through film-grain and vignette,
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with a thick white border, space on the bottom to write.
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You told me how you learned so many imperfect things,
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in so many less than ideal ways, always at inopportune times.
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I see your past in architectural drawings of unrealized buildings,
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in paperback covers reaching towards heaven, in trillions of words.
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You figured past you dreamt of, not perfection,
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but a world unconstrained by so many failures.
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I see your past with no me in it,
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and wonder if past-you dreamt of us.</div>
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<hr />
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<p><q class="comment">In <em>Eigengrau</em></q></p>
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<div class="verse">Resuscitating ancient coins in class, we learned,
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takes a toothbrush and olive oil.
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Slow, steady strokes across, around...
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soft bristles dislodging soil
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one speck at a time.
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But no one that day was nearly as blessed,
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seeing a coin shine through
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at the end, full relief brightly expressed,
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as I was to see you smile.</div>
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<hr />
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<p><q class="comment">In <em>Eigengrau</em></q></p>
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<div class="verse">When you arrive,
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the whole world gets slow.
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Sluggish, amber-colored air
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mellows lively conversations.
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Everyone stops, marvels,
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turns eagerly toward you;
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and there are no complaints
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about warming our faces in the sun.</div>
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<hr />
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<p><q class="comment">In <em>Eigengrau</em></q></p>
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<div class="verse">We fit together in the strangest ways
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and seem to seek new seams to savor.
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Such joins are hardly perfect,
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thread tugging fabric unevenly
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unless it's reinforced over and over again.
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We seem to seek new seams to savor,
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and, weak though they are,
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revel in the imperfect unevenness of joining.</div>
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<hr />
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<div class="verse">"Comrade" would I call you,
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and "brave," and "fierce" and "true".
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"Lovely" have I called you,
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and hope but to live up to
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the example which you set for me.
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So, comrade, onward, ever onward.
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I know I cannot hope to offer
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much but word on cloying word,
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dull rhymes I strain to proffer:
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small flowers, small gifts, camaraderie.</div>
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<hr />
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<p><q class="comment">In <em>Eigengrau</em></q></p>
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<div class="verse">Complementary, clashing anxieties.
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Dull clamor of intersecting feelings.
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Need, desire, craving, jealousy.
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Worry, fear, care, prayerful fretting.
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Love, lust, friendship, a need to share.
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Emotions on emotions on emotions,
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and, often, comfortable silence.</div>
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<hr />
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<div class="verse">I chose your name.
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To defend, it means. To help.
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I admit, having chosen it,
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that I chose it to defend you.
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When I picked you up by the scruff,
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Dragged you off to that place
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I hoped we could call ours,
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I expected that we'd
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simply find a way to survive.
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I never expected love,
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and rejoice every day in that surprise.
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I chose to collar you.
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I admit it was an experiment,
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I submit to most, but not my partners;
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until then I'd never owned, claimed.
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It felt vulgar, at first,
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greedy, jealous, possessive.
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Through you I learned the joy of possession,
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the love and trust and exactness of terms.
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Owner, partner, love,
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and pup, partner, love.
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My beautiful, my own.
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I'll hand you off some day.
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I'm a less than ideal owner
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in so many terrible ways:
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I owe you more than you owe me.
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I'll gather your leash up,
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I'll let you keep your tag,
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I'll bow, I'll kiss you one last time,
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and I'll bless you and your new keeper.
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And I'll never stop loving you.
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And I'll never stop loving you.
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And I'll never stop loving you.</div>
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<div class="verse">You, for whom a heart means all feeling —
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You, for whom yeah is an expletive —
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You, for whom even computers sing —
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You, for whom every tangle invites disentangling —
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You, for whom even <strong>I</strong> will rub feet —
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You, for whom shop always follows flop —
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You, for whom words form a squall-line —
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You, for whom I guess I —
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You, for whom —
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You, for whom even —
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You, for whom I reach —
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You, for whom my shit day leads straight to lets talk —
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You, for whom I curate my week's feelings —
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You, for whom I wait by the month —
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You, for whom I structure my year —
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You, for whom understanding of me seems always in grasp —
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You, for whom my struggles provide no obstacle —
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You and I, from whom us.</div>
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<p><q class="comment">In <em>Eigengrau</em></q></p>
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<div class="verse">Tightly wound springs
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Of very carefully
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Not touching.
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Secret words
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To be said
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With confidence.
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Rules.
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Prohibitions.
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Limits.
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Discussions planned,
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Side-channels arranged,
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Whiskey purchased.
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And now anxiety
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Over what it means
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And how to work it.
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Is it worth it for
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Long-standing questions
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To be answered?
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To invite disaster
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For sake of knowledge
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And further dreams?
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Maybe the answer
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Is that tired refrain:
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Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.
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And now we're
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Awaiting weeks
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Of careful touches.</div>
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<p><q class="comment">In <em>Eigengrau</em></q></p>
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<div class="verse">I could never tell you
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that you feel too much.
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That you feel too hard,
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or that your feelings
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overwhelm and overtake you.
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I could never tell you
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how beautiful that is.
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That I wish I could feel those things,
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that I wish I could feel that way.
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All I can tell you
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is how beautiful you are
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when you feel love.</div>
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<hr />
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<p><q class="comment">In <em>Eigengrau</em></q></p>
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<div class="verse"><em>Yit'gadal v'yit'kadash sh'mei raba</em>
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Would that I had the faith
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To pray daily.
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Eleven months to let you go,
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And an amen to end the sorrow.</div>
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<hr />
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<div class="verse">When a light so far above me shines down,
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I lose my footing, stop, look around,
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and for once, see my way lit before me.
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Through you,
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I learn how I move.
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Through you,
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I see how I act.
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Through you,
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I judge myself.
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When a light so far above me shines down,
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I turn my face to the warmth and bask,
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drawing strength, assured in my steps.
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Through you,
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I recognize my failings.
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Through you,
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I understand my strengths.
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Through you,
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I gain perspective.
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When a light so far above me shines down,
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I reach toward it and grasp at what I can,
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hoping I might somehow gain my own luster.
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Through you,
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I find my place.
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Through you,
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I gain surety.
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Through you,
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I learn who I am.
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When a light so far above me shines down,
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and I fail to shine myself,
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I hope only to reflect what I can.</div>
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<div class="verse">Every time I seek to change
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my life, myself, my love, my name,
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every time I try and broaden my range
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in this shitty, all-encompassing game,
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I hesitate.
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With every change in my life
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comes the terror of maybe losing you
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of maybe being caught in strife
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over such insecurities as few
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have escaped unscathed.
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That you love me still
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reaffirms so many of my choices,
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and I set about with a will,
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ignoring querulous voices
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in favor of your calm laugh.</div>
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<p><q class="comment">In <em>Eigengrau</em></q></p>
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<div class="verse">Between our houses,
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there is a simple fence -
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not a chasm, not a wall.
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Chain-link, waist high,
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bedecked with sweet-pea
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and set about with violets.
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Something we can tend,
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something to feel good about,
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something between us
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other than nothing.</div>
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<p><q class="comment">In <em>Eigengrau</em></q></p>
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<div class="verse">I will swallow my love for you.
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I will swallow my love.
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I will swallow my love for you
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And relish the magnesium flare,
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Rejoice in immolation,
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Cherish the autolysis
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Of secret cells.
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I will swallow my love for you.
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I will swallow my love.</div>
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