I ceased to notice the wordless pity
\nwhich you had bestowed upon the different
\nfaces, the different houses of unholy loves
\nshoring up a spirit lost in the beauty of
\nforlorn places. <\/p>\n
I take the cheering voices, pensive yet afraid,
\nthe silence lingering and pervading all the musing
\nwe would live through.
\nThis crest of bodily pain taken aback
\nand in those blue moments
\nwhen love sufficed to
\nsmite the sensibility
\nI would have crossed through those
\ncrying moments.<\/p>\n
Eyes glistening with tearshots
\nthat would soon run with gravity,
\nstreaking the face; the corner of the lip
\nletting them in to sense the salty
\nrecompense, the release of
\nthe emotion that had flowed,
\nfollowing the tearing asunder
\nof yet another naked, exposed face,
\nunhideable from the
\npublic eye. <\/p>\n
The lights that shone,
\nseeming spotlights
\nto focus the attention. <\/p>\n
Such it is to cry in public. <\/p>\n
To weep a bitter sorrow and with it release
\ninto the morning,
\nmy own mourning.<\/p>\n
The loss that is mine,
\nthe gain that is yours,
\nare the benefits we both reap
\nas time marches on to begin to heal.<\/p>\n
The dust shall return,
\nI feel.<\/p>\n
We sleep and cease to hold the past except in
\nbitter memories,
\nbitter lessons,
\nmedicine for the recompense of life,<\/p>\n
and of other men.<\/p>\n
We must live.
\nWe shall die. <\/p>\n
And there’s nothing we can do;
\nlife moves on,
\nwhisks by. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I ceased to notice the wordless pity
which you had bestowed upon the different
faces, the different houses of unholy loves
shoring up a spirit lost in the beauty of
forlorn places. <\/p>\n
I take the cheering voices, pensive yet afraid,
the silence lingering and pervading all the musing
we would live through.
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