maybe

we are on this swindling terrain

created on a perceived facade

dancing in defiance of the dark

counting those long lost stars

trying to understand, waiting to be loved

dying away our lives

silent to the words

melting each day on the candle wax,

bright and alone at night

rising and falling like waves,

broken and formed blue and white

blood and guts; stories & betrayals

lost and found; meat and clay

love a respite from the loneliness of self

trusting on the lost hand of cards dealt

life the words written between maybe and never

consumed by what we consume

falling back on the steps of the broken words

and maybe we will find home soon

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