Machine

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The sound of the

Breathing machine

Brings little comfort.

Nobody likes the smell

Of hospitals,

They serve a purpose.

Sometimes you leave with your loved one,

Sometimes you leave

Alone.

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Unafraid

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The

Bird keeps singing his song

As I approach the tree

So sweet

The melody.

I stop and close my eyes to listen

Appreciatively

Letting this music swirl around me.

And I open my eyes

In spring sun glare

Taking a few steps closer.

He stays unafraid

And his song is all I hear

Now amidst this chaos in my mind.

Forgetting human language for a time

I am steady.

True

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You are the true story.

Everyone else shares an

Abridged version.

A made for tv,

Short attention span description.

And you are a plethora of wonder and life.

An untellable combination

Of experience and music,

Of meadows and alleyways,

Sunrise and sunset.

You are beyond narratives.

More than a novel or poem.

You are the beginning and

The

Expansion of beingness.

You.

Atoms and Cells

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There is this burning in my belly,

This aching in my breast.

I struggle to keep my heart contained

Within my chest.

It is just the thought of you,

For you are not even near.

It’s just my atoms

And cells

Retain

The body of you.

Come home.

My heart will not stay still much longer

For

It is not where it belongs.

It’s just

What I must endure

While I am

Imagining

You here.

I am

Aching and breathing.

I am

Aching and dreaming.

*choleintodiamonds* originally posted

October 2015