Max Buchanan Poems

Free will beats your front door down
Your brittle forward pacing now carved out of stone
Last steps down hell's hallways now
Let me be the one standing at the end of all your victories
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Outrun the worry
Chain away
Tread long weak limbs
Tread on now
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Pour out your skull of worry
your skull all full of doubt
Empty its weight
let the crashing ring loud
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The slow gallop onwards
toward all truth and gold
Shaking free of lead weights
and deadweight keeping the strain
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My love took the shovel and filled in its grave
All mammoths sharpened tusks were laid
A quilt for warmth thrown over
and brass guilt cast away
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There’s a songbird on my shoulder
who sings for me alone
Who wields a halting harmony
who yields the longest glow
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I’ll lift your pain for my shoulders gain
To tear and maim I’ll keep latched on
I stood and watched
and lo, beneath
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Fill your skull with heaven
empty out the dread
Wring out all the fevers
and your joy they bled
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