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Where We Came In

So we go out where we came in
"Love is for others," you said, "never for me."
So we finish where we begin
Wearing the moments we gathered like a laurel wreath or badge
Did you realize you were my revelation my rationalization for
Being for seeing for living in this odd awareness of Life&Death&Time?

Now you stay there with your crippled Childe Harold and your magic dust
Whilst I play my role of an old and tragic Lord Byron to a T
The way our paths became so interwoven the waves that washed away
All the choices long since chosen and frozen into an interstellar frieze
Sometime in the late, late evening when my hopes&dreams all seize
Upon some chance to long to lose, too close to choose inside I s c r e a m
Your burning name over and over and over again
Do you hear
Do you care
As I fear
No where near
"Love is for others,"you said, "never for me."
So we go out where we came in . . .

Poetry by Chaucer Whethers