November 21, 2016

As I sweep the dust
out of this heart
keep the string between us
though we’re wishes apart

A sky can’t connect mountains
I can’t catch your drift
but I’m breaking the rules
and we suddenly shift

Machines we oiled in trust
are no more for show
than a renegade emerging
from a world below

And my heartbeat’s a plan
nothing else I can make
this sharp twisted century slapped
breezes, a person could break

But nothing more pierces
this renegade’s heart
a heartache’s gate to a frontier-
this could be a brand-new start.

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