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Poetry as History. History as Catharsis. Catharsis as Poetry.

Going Away

Wander a forest of doubts and misgivings
The path I was given, a path misgiven
Pray at the temple, Offer the sky
Just to see her again, burned by fireside eyes
A haze rains down to show me the way
show me the way home
and Every minute of every day
She's going away
She's going away

My eyes swim in her autumn sunset hair
Shimmer waves of faroff distant heat
A crackling chain reaction, forced to my knees
I lay down my hands and whisper the vows
To winds that promise to carry me off
carry me off home
and Every minute of every day
Every gesture, Every word I say
She's going away
She's going away