gregory collins Poems

If my clothes were the wind
sooner or later the dawn would be forever
lying in a bed of roots and raindrops
with moonlight for a pillow and rain that should be warm
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I think of you
for no other reason than to cry,
and i dream about you
more than i should.
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The same as any other day,
i want some help from growing cold at the end before me.
I want the air filling my chest to be where you wait to wash your heart;
Like the less i know the more i learn about the soul
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You are alone once again,
like the first dropp of the night sky.
The moon will be awake too,
it will kindly speak
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I cannot decide
the time of love,
nor can i get a book
about the Knowledge of Beauty.
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Let me know that your touch is broken,
and teach you to repair the distance between.
Because i have stared at the sun
on the cold sound of pouring rain,
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i dream with only the smallest bones.
Those still in the quarry above the clouds,

and in a prarie mesh of wire racks,
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hey arthur rimbaud, i think i believe
in the deep sleep dreaming you did.
I mean all my thoughts are not afraid of
rampant chaos or the brain damage
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I think we're in the footpath of a butterfly,
so we had better move
and further lift the glasses to our mouths age after age.
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she says
i'd wipe the spots off the mirror
but i would not know what it means
and i say
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