Stuart Knapp

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I need this room empty
Nail shut the windows
Lock down the door, descend
The stairs in search of a candle
...

Moving through London
A tide receding
The moon leaves me
A blue season ends
...

And at the end, one day I stand
In the field where I have been alone
This place, I know in my heart
The daffodils, un-beheaded, wilted, giving way
...

In the morning
I am waiting
I'll be different
In the morning
...

When I still smelled like a boy
I really did not belong
To anyone or anything
When I was new and clean
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On white horse wings
Ushered in from corners
Farther than those
With unlikely souls
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Empty Room

I need this room empty
Nail shut the windows
Lock down the door, descend
The stairs in search of a candle

Breaking ties, leaving lies
No ironed sheets survived
A stain on my shirt
Soiled too deep to wash

Clean from the years
In the devil’s vest I spent
Alone I sit again
No wine, no guests

My hands have so freely given
Long forgotten that I was the person
When I was the soul
That ran dry and burned

Only ghosts in my mind move in what remains

The fields where I once stood
Held me in their silence
The beauty from which darkness took hold
Laughing in my fields gone violent

All familiar things are gone
Drawers filled with dust
Holes in my clothes
Bones full of rust

An old empty chair
Whose time has long passed
Across a foreign table
With memories of how she laughed

To see the candle light
Again dance on her face
If only in a dream
And small prayers for grace

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