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This world is not our own, We lovers, We two. We two are too few to be Understood in this One, Sweet world… As through eyes that lookout deep from within worlds unimaginable to stretch out our visions of this world invisible to the rest of Them. This vast world that belongs To those without Vision, without insight, without Magic. In this world that holds We two In only the possibility of Magic, that is ours to find, In this world where only we two Are looking hard Enough.

Another brick chipped away, Another brick in the wall Slowly if out of knowing, Or not, The bricks are being Hacked away, Yanked, Cracked, Bulldozed into nothingness Forgotten oblivion, In the heaping pile of rubble Surrounding the contractors Pulling back their enormous, Angry Yellow monsters Wondering where the next, Wrecking ball should strike, Another brick from the wall, Mingled, Mangled, Beaten into submissive silence With the rest at ground zero, Waiting to see when the excavation will...

As long as I have you to hate, I am prevented from hating myself. I am contented enough With hating the memories Of you That I see in the mirror, So the true mirror is blurred, I can bail from the revulsion I feel for myself, The same way I bailed from you. I blame you enough, That I don't have to blame myself, As long as my finger is pointing at you, I don't see the three pointing back at me, I am not even here, Not even real For as long as I am angry... I can hold the anger for you, And as ...

The possibility of Magic dwells Behind walls built up With pain and scar tissue laid as foundation. Stone, gray, hard, cold Walls built up over Time. To close off the inevitability of hurt With only, One window left to see inside. Hope lies in the eyes of one man, One man who looks through the window, With sensitivity, With the ability to see, Behind the gray. Into the window, inside the walls to a light, So bright, warm, clear. Past the pain and scar tissue, And past disillusionment to the c...

The warm wind rushes (naked, heat in blood flowing through lovers) over the sand to the ocean(pulsing, aching from fingers to breasts) sweeping waves crashing on the sand(two bodies pressed together to become one) tiny crab grabs onto water for life(flowing, gasping, breathing, heaving) waves come crashing on the sand(breath warms the flowing wind) the warm wind rushes past.