Tate Modern

Every time I say goodbye it doesn’t make it easier

received_549675401900673Your eyes
have evil
in them/
and yet
here I am/was/
a man/
apart/
totally
beside
myself/
falling
into your
arms:

Heaven
is a place
of grace
even so I plunder
my wretched body/

into
hellscapes/
intoxicating wicked
beds/traps/
those half-
witted witches

feeding from
a man
apart/
a man
now making a
new start/
withholding information
of a
broken heart

a man
with a
broken heart:

And how
could you
have hurt me
so thoroughly

Your attack
felt vindictive
It
felt misplaced
And it
ended me
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“Tu non sei mio padre”
you said(
also
ended me):

If the
past

is the past
then why

is it
so present? I will

get out
of bed

I will be
cleanly dressed

And I will remain
prepossessed

In this
monastery

Married
to Jesus

So when I lift
my cup toward

the heavens
the waters

of His Love
will fill my cup
and quench
my eternal thirst

I have moved
on

I am someone
else now
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​Where wishes come from / Treetops


In my beginning
I soared among
Among treetops

You soared among treetops
We soared among treetops
They soared among treetops

Treetops as tall
As tall as the sky
Tree tops as tall as the sky:

Trees were taller then

Gravity was less gripping
And when I soared from treetop
to treetop

to treetop

to treetop

to treetop

I was new song
member of nature symphonic
the past melodically reaching our ears

making the possibility of briefly
and sporadically recalling past lives
not impossible

not impossible
I want to soar among

Soar among the treetops
Soar among the treetops

Soar among the treetops
Soar among the treetops

Again

Again

Again.
Image of Tate Modern taken by me.