M. A Heathcote Poems

I might ask after you.
You might ask after me.
I might seek you for the truth.
I might look and search for you.
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In my dreams, I am a clockmaker.
I hold back time and visit the dead.
But the dead are too busy to notice 
I am flesh and blood, and ignore me.
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We're all tied together, you and I.
Little black moths of the fraternal sky
Dancing together, bound by these stars
Moonlight, drowning in her reservoirs.
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What does your love reward me with?
But another unapologetic landslide.
But another fork in the road.
Isn't a maze more promising?
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'Lazarus' is burning; he's looking bereft.
But from the ashes, what is left?
Will always be just enough.
'Lazarus' is strong and immensely tough.
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If only I could control my anger.
Turn it from a volcanic ash cloud
Into a simmering hot water vapour
From a furry rage to a whimper
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I can't answer every question, sweet child.
My mind is not a camera - it is
A wide river running forever wild
It takes a panoramic view - it is
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Bleary-eyed beauty, of aromas sweet
By tinctures of air on the lilac leaf.
Give me not one remote broken heartbeat-
That's been crushed of all scents, its self-belief.
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What if we were raindrops together?
Emerging, we then fell out of our heaven.
Separated, ah, yes, but not within.
Say we're detached, yet birds of a feather.
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Insects such as the nocturnal sphinx moth
Pollinate these flowers, these stars.
What are we if not nocturnal flowers?
Ourselves in our lunar cycles
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