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More than the sun shines than the waves break More than the wind snaps and gasps escape More than the tree shades than the fire warms more than the rain falls and bees swarm Above the icy peak somewhere near highest cloud Above the tallest bridge holding true and proud Above the plane that flies and closes on this gap Above the heart that beats turned to red from black Beyond the last rest stop the road that bends and curves Beyond the dusty trail that all our feet deserve Beyond that reach of gravity where cells ebb and flow Beyond the deepest cave where only love dares to go Sweeter than the morning air crisp and full of life Sweeter than the first snow through the air like knives Sweeter than a blooming rose dew covered the pedals Sweeter than the quirky smile Dotted with just one freckle In search of all these human truths I've walked and I've traveled In search of all this long lost youth I've groveled and I've battled In search for all the pain and pleasure I've jumped high

Knee high, sky high, murder on her mind full gain, digs the pain, walks home in the rain black clothes, no one knows, just how deep you go in the dirt, short skirt, long jacket with the shirt punk machine, love is green, runs on gasoline Draw inspiration from your pocket Like love sealed in a heart-shaped locked Like pain stayed at your local motel six Like flowers I stomped and you fixed Like a happy song for a sad girl Like acting a scene on the stage of your world Bug bite, bee flight, too wrong to be right dopamine, stuck between, a heart and a ravine shoot your shot, run the plot, only plan I've got is run free, blame me, never going to disagree on the border, no short order, all in disorder Drawing your silhouette from memory Like compliments are complimentary Like never forget the good parts Like actually all the parts and counterparts Like forgiving yourself on a Wednesday Like hair turning, slowly changing grey Are you excited or are you annoyed maybe I'm the one you

Just a kid in your playground Envious of all those around Never touching the ground Never stopping this floating Your voice ever gently coaxing Surreptitious like the moon waxing How do you do what I say Eat at my heart as I play Another round of lovers roulette Reload the memory of your silhouette Then its gone - to solo from duet I drown perpetually between your ribs Searching for a place to grip Given up to the whims of your lips Only this heaven I see is departing Nothing I can do stop you from starting Exceptions don't exist for this rule And I'll never have it.

Like two weighted anchors, secured into my shoulders with material similarly metal drilled and fastened tightly, drag on the ground behind me behind chain links of old rusted corroded outdated mangled masterfully forged steel Moving so glacially slow mold and moss growing on their ancient, heavy bodies Leaving deep, wet tracks behind me each step some measurable amount of effort more than the last An old wile e. coyote anvil defying gravity positioned perpindicluar to the ground, snugly on my chest, fit just so like a bespoke chest-piece of medevial style and countenance squeezing the breath strangling the air gripping the mediums through which I suck and grasp and twist and gripe and claw at the oxygen that it denies me Oh lastly, my feet my cold frostbitten toes my sore worn heels the souls matching both texture color and wear of any other souls associated They drag ahead of the anchors trudge below the anvil sink into the mossy undergrowth and plop out of the watery draw each

Back to the hills in the back of those woods Back to the arms I broke Or the heart - no Not quite the place it was Not Back then, when I left it for good Front of the house where you forgot Just off those steps you skipped Just past those blinds you No, you don't carry all those stones Wasn't it heavy, always - nonstop Side down You aren't proud of that either I didn't think it'd rip and tear so, no Side profile of not thinking But didn't that rebound cause such a bounce Forget what you thought you thought Unthinkable you had every door open Conspicuously strolling through Keeping your distance from home That house - no - that flaw That beating heart That furnace full of coal and fire And salt and water and Why even bother You did your part Now I do mine