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I must

I must have another name
Hidden in the secret woods
Of God’s ancient lament.

I must have some other pain
A different one, deeper than
Aches, cuts or cries.

I must reveal some beauty
A silver leaf amidst ashes
Just found to erase my days.

I must proceed with a dream
Not mine but kindly given
To seem so: my fakest truth.

I must walk every morning
Like a chronic health condition
Pretending to be happy.

I must be the product, understand
The process, forget the origin
In order to manure this guilt.

I must invite death everyday
Light the candles, serve the wine
Look at these blanks, my clouds.

Do you must?

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  • WindowLighter gold member
    November 23
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    I like the connection I can make with this. I especially like the lines "my fakest truth" and "I must walk every morning Like a chronic health condition Pretending to be happy." Nice

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  • annac
    October 14

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    "...Light the candles, serve the wine
    Look at these blanks, my clouds."

    What an ending to the poem that was. Beautiful, really.

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  • nilav
    July 13
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    some wishful thinking and longing very well expressed that you carried me also with your words....