The Book of Longing

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The Book of Longing

I can’t make the hills
The system is shot
I’m living on pills
For which I thank G-d

I followed the course
from chaos to art
Desire the horse
Depression the cart

I sailed like a swan
I sank like a rock
but time is long gone
Past my laughing stock

My page was too white
My ink was too thin
The day wouldn’t write
What the night penciled in

My animal howls
My angel’s upset
But I’m not allowed
A trace of regret

For someone will use
What I couldn’t be
My heart will be hers
Impersonally

She’ll step on the path
She’ll see what I mean
My will cut in half
and freedom in between

For less than a second
Our lives will collide
the endless suspended
the door open wide

Then she will be born
to someone like you
What no one has done
She’ll continue to…

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