suffix disconnect and everything is awash when you say you only wish to kneel on the rain, empty, except the night which holds you as I would, your slow song melody unknowingly careless how you call my name empty, the endless vision climbing away from the ocean at my feet little blizzard and sometimes I stop dying for a while, only to remember. empty, the anguish yet piercing with a lone triumph all its own as it yearns and forever creates shards of a soul. empty, your simple gift goes not unseen. the quiet possession of a smile careless how you laugh amidst the crimson drawing from the open cut you create, unaware the solemn imitation of life. empty, confined held in a stifling breath that of a silent solitude and alone. rasped by the heat of familiar words; scorch the tongue that sets them free alive, the words rise and can be seen in the light of the evening sky as angels that bring a single empty promise of no more. empty is that which comes from the twilight waiting unaware forever listening for that sweet eruption of silence the darkness brings. Love. careless how you sing to me. empty, leaving the light bound, within a circle of attraction a tempest of serenity consumed within the wilderness of evening air inhaling the sanctuary of blinding brilliance until the fire erupts from its womb in the horizon and illuminates me, revealing me returning me empty I am spent. and I become that which returns to the twilight.

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