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Here Not

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It is late.

The falling moonlight has gone to my

Heart.

The wine has gone to my 

Head.

No fault but mine.

I lick the salt on my lips which 

The air has placed there; sea spray.

Another night on the

Italian coast.
The waves lap at my feet as I

Sit here on the rocks.

It is not my fault,
This calling.

Primal.

Always calling.

My mind does not comprehend

So I close my eyes and listen.

Tears on the back of my hand.

Joy.

Solitude.
And I fight my longing desire to stay.

My very atoms scattering in the wind.

The deepness of me,

Soul fathoms spinning.

Grabbing.

Pulling.

I am here yet I have never been here.

Everywhere lingers in my hair.

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Stop

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Sometimes I turn my back on

Myself

To stop the writing,

The ever pressing feelings.

Pretend not to listen to all the thoughts

Ricocheting

On my insides.

My heart and head

Moving at the speed of light.

I hold on too tight

Trying to tame them,

Trying to shrink them

That I may grasp and squeeze them

Into ink.

Most often

They do not translate;

They do not fit.

Unsoundness of mind

Prevails.

Alienation my companion.

Sometimes.