WeSwallowTheSun

she caught them all 
and sealed them in 
tin cups and bowls 
those tears that fell
dripped off her nose
and slipped between 
those lips that pursed 
and never spoke and 
never sang and never 
wrote a single word 
those tears she kept 
since she was born 
and stored them still 
on selves, in sheds
the basement, attic 
under the bed and 
in the cupboard, so 
remember, she would 
the sorrow she knew 
and the grief that was 
spilt on her soft, poor 
skin, now felt no joy  
those saline jars, they
held her world, as she
saw it under lock and key
she hid behind her tears  
waiting still for someone 
who would erase her fear 

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~weswallowthesun

hello………………………………………hhHHH ellllllLLLLLl oooo00000oooo

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r u somewhere…

… … … … . .closeby?

… … … … … … … .i’d

… … … … … … … … really 

… … … … … … … … … . like

… … … … … … … … … … …2

… … … … … … … … … … … .meet 

 … … … . .u 

(tonight)

maybe 2day will be d if fe rent 

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maybe i’ll cease 

asking [??????????]

and maybe we’ll 

stop caring  

and start 

living 

41ce

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~weswallowthesun

Excuse me 

You’ve got class 

A secret obsession 

A dangerous blood

Full-grown, breathing fast 

Where is this feeling leading

Am I being ripped from my cage

Am I being emptied from tides of coy

Persuasion? Don’t clench your fist, I’ll be the 

First rush and the last dive into faint orange linen   

Waves of fearless ghostly awe—you can’t close your

Eyes to this. Trust me. Just move. Please, unleash your mind 

From these cavities of inadequacy—I know you more than you can

Divine, more than what’s apparent, more than what crosses your heart 

I’ll fly by fast—just a weave of wistful, uncanny matter bending for a catch of

Pliable passing— stretch me out cleanly through until I wrap my arms around you 

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~weswallowthesun

I am an infant in this ellipse stream

She, this earth, is wilting

And so I trot

In coltish fever—  

Aiming to churn the waters’ fix’ed wave—

Along with the stones scattered 

And hooves etched 

And wagons as they dipped over boiling hills

Before me 

In this now rough and calloused

Soil— a frontier stampeded 

With the thick of blood mixed in iron 

Dripping from chronicled 

Nomads wanderlusting might

Through dry and dewless dusty fare   

In this an ag’ed orb of dueling chaos 

Regurgitated and withdrawn 

A polarity, a tug and pull 

A deep-throated, raspy punch

Bitching the sailless sailers 

Into maelstrom roars 

Now press your cheek to cracks 

In her skin, the earth’s

Deepest ravines, the trenches of war  

The tears of the fallen

A million millions in dusty mod 

Beget the oasis of a metropolitan flicker 

Sung atop the raging ocean of evergreen springs 

I was born from the ashes of my fathers

Fore, then the exodus of womb 

On a midnight seldom blue 

Growing inch by inches inch

I crawl, I grow

To teeter upon hind legs and hands

To pull away from maternal grace

And curtail the proverbial umbilical glue 

Sporting the robe of autonomy

By first light 

Then lacing bootstraps 

With a sole of naive aspiration  

So by the setting of suns

I will unearth my cause 

And shout it clear and bold 

In a fearless stinging blow

Before the night does settle

Before atrophy and plague reduce my vigor 

I press my ore till the midnight of miles

And resurrect a man after long last 

At the curve of my years 

To make a mark in the ellipse stream

To trample deeply 

Through the gravity of my soul 

Before it is stolen 

At the edge of breath 

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~(c) weswallowthesun 

the warmest hue I wished to hold
just fell and lied in my tiny hands
and slipped between my feet  
i knelt to the floor
and raised my voice
to speak of nothing
but exhale just once
a whistle
a sorry happy tune
to melt the cold shy
sheath of nettled briar
robbing hopes and screams
i hear you beneath 
stunted, muted
by the insecurities you possess
take a leave on the wings
of mine
and let them sweep you far
from here
this is no place
for your ethereal bliss  

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~weswallowthesun

through a frame 
on the brim of my wall
i find a world of mine 
only mine
you dare to see between 
my skies 
you dare to breathe between 
my eyes 
but I am slowly losing touch 
i’m leaning on a dream 
i’m stretching out of synch 
my status is mythology 
an elastic paradigm 
pushing me farther 
farther out of reach 
can you sense the silent station?
can you cup the empty static?
seeping through? 
i’ve got three calls to make 
but there’s still time to ask 
when you’ll be ready
but maybe you won’t see anything
but
my vacant frame 
that holds a stare 
meant only for you 

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~weswallowthesun