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Asleep.

While She Shook Her Head At Me
With That Same Sad Smile Again

And My Frown Could Have 

Struck Her Down 

Altogether, I Suppose

Were They There? 

Were They Where? 

Two Poor Fools
Made Themselves 

Lost At Sea.

When Less Experienced

It Was Better Days With Me

I Can Never Call To Mind

What Have I Done To You?
That You Should Turn 

From Me Like This.

The Words In Your Throat 

The Thoughts In Your Head

The Feelings In Your Heart 

In Your Scream;

You Cry. 

You Dare. 

You Listen. 

You Stare.

But Instead You Could 

Dream Of Nothing 

But Those Harvest Days.

Awake.

While He Fled 

Before The Cold 

Winds Of Autumn

They Called Him 

By His First Name

Between.

While Leafless And Bare,
With Trembling Air.

Moving Ashes From Fire
Dug Up Neanderthal Wire.

Watched Them,
With Victims They Possessed
Such Sweet Imperiousness,

Such Dazzling Beauty,
Cheerfulness Under Scrutiny
While Swaying In Dread
Of Long Winter Slumber
Declared I'm Dead.