Honor

I’ve craved too many miracles for your

Lack of will. Who do I have to offend to

Revive your willingness? Who should I

Adore to make you reborn?

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I talk too much about gods…

Always

Without any faith.

I know you don’t understand, yet

I’m never angry — I know you don’t

Because you can’t

.

My hands

Are unsure if they should hold yours,

So I hide them in my pockets. I

Hold the gemstones I’ve saved

.

You are still one of my chosen burdens

.

Let me write a poem about

The smiles you provoke.

Instead of praying, I will

Go out today… I will buy the best

Cup of coffee…

I will honor your existence

When, alone, I meet you to tell you

Everything I know about

Gaia and Éluard

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ML

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