Wes Thompson Poems

our worlds aren't so different
constants aren't so constant
but it's hard to look away
when you're not mine to hold
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you're trying way too hard
smooth shuffles and trick cards
and going for broke
I hold for a quick light
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filtered until only lines remain
belonging to simple shapes
rearranging as they pass
becoming like the air I breath
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in between the minutes and hours
drawn past like a curtain
on each demanding day
a few seconds waver
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our frail bodies are
but the wind
wavering toward one another
only when chance allows
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you laugh for us both
when I can't manage to bear
the worst fears we let live
that lean like the shadows we share
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he watches the ground
as I count the clouds
we walk down the street
without making a sound
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what lies within
the ruins lain
across the sky before my breath
could whisper to the stars
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old gods can still blink
through sand in the glass
stop your breath for a moment
give a nod as you pass
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