a_hand_to_hold
raze these are the letters
that are leaving
after sweat
and oil
and good intentions
have eaten away
at the silicone reminders
of what they once were:

t
for time
which defies every attempt
to slow its steps
measured
but too volatile
for these tired feet to follow

o
for all the obvious
mistakes i've made
and all those i've misjudged
or failed to appreciate

l
for love
a compact container
struggling to accommodate
everything that matters
(no wonder the cover
keeps popping off)

b
for every broken thing
that will
or won't
be made whole again

n
for never letting go
until my fingers
have been severed
and even then
you know
both these hands will have to go
because as long as there's
some mechanism in place
to perform the rudiments
of grasping
i'll press these stumps together
to form a bloody claw
and whatever i can't carry
i'll bite

and m
for all the music
still coursing through
these half-hidden veins
words in search of melodies
and hopeful partial chords
looking for a hand to hold
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...
tender_square e
for the enormity
of energy
circulating from one system
and into another
jet-black paint chipped
allowing greater light
to come through
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what's it to you?
who go
blather
from