Transit of Venus

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Clouds dissipate before me
The confusion disappears.
I lose this transitory blindness, and see afresh
The tempting beauty of the morning.
 
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Nobody’s Home

 

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Dead foot dominion
Where corridors echo
With the sounds of corruption,
And wanton wind colludes
With the creak upon the stairs.
 
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That Chaos Thing

So you’re gone again
Taken your light and headed home
At the first hint of tears.
As if you fear you’ll melt in the rain.
But you still want me to pretend
That it’s all about you,
That the planets and the asteroids
Are just hanging around
With nothing better to do.
For the butterfly to flutter a wing,
You know that chaos thing you do.
Shouting out to the universe to stop it all
Complaining about all that crazy emotion and gravity
That you claim is dragging you down.
Putting the blame on me,
Expecting me to carry the weight.
But I can’t, not this time.
It is not visible in my stars I think
Not now that gravity has moved me on
And the eclipse has hidden you from view.
 
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Exit from the Stage

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Forgive me if I disappear
Become a ghost,
A figment of the role you wrote for me.
For I no longer want to play at life
Or wear a mask in your tragedy.
 
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Home

A place I could no longer find
It belongs to a different time.
A myth,
Like Atlantis slipped beneath the sea.
Gone,
It no longer belongs to me.
 
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