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Ours is Was

I’m distressed for what’s become of us.

I still have a fear of living in your shadow,

Being my fathers son again,

Living in his house (the churches),

My Mother’s rules (as long as you live in my house…)

 

We had good sex,

Receptive orifice,

Wincing pain,

Replaced w/ pleasure,

Slow gentle sliding, and frenzied thrusting.

Wishes, places, things, to return to.

But

 

Your anger,

Hidden,

Tentative,

growing,

growling, reaching out.

Imperceptible in others, shocking in you.

_Not_
you.

Frightening to me.

 

Understandable.

 

Realization

The World.

Real.

Shitty, stupid, right-wing molded.

No utopia, not Zoar. 
Can’t be remade, re-imagined.

Others have preempted their 
dream. Your nightmare.

(Our nightmare?)

Too late for the powerless majority.

(Picture the minority giving up their hard-wrenched place:
power)

 

Your new self:

Utopia lost, reality bounded.

Self. System controlled, hemmed in.

Destructed, now perverted?

Paradise lost,

No hope Paradise re-gained?

How do you re-make Utopia,

Reality gained; prevents?

 

I fear reality-molded you. Paradise-lost.

Grumbling, fretting, head pulled from the clouds.

Wincing, bitching, shit-hole reality.

Will you join the rest of us, or re-gain your peaceful
plain?

Was it a High-plain, or a _high_ plain?

Is heaven a state of mind, or a state of chemical-mined.

 

Will they return? Continue to harass?

Fear, watchfulness, destroys the soul.

I know.

Addiction breeds powerless hopelessness.

Destroys the soul,

I do know.

My soul is rotten.

Not strong, now trampled.

Yours to follow?

Forbid it Heaven.

 

Who reads your email? What damage, this to do?

Unintended.

Hit erase, don’t risk the harm.

But we’re over, never mended.

The damage done. What’s the harm.

Share my mind(?)

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