away
without a consummation
with an eye on jesus
away
from hot blood and
nature's force
with a whimper
green wood to dust
driven by the lunatic
dream of money
but we will both
grow old regardless
time chiseled on our
twin faces
i cannot betray the
original impulse
(no matter how far
the steel-cold distance)
given like a falling star
cradled as an ember
in these hands
that knew you
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