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Glass out of the Moon
first.
I was selfish before.
Although I was overflowing with pain,
and with glittering miseries,
You I gave nothing,
not even a beautiful curse to fill your heart--
it is, I think, too late to apologise
but I will give you what I can through
Confession.
second.
There is chaos here--
I will add to it more,
and I can break it later.
Give to me your
chaos, your fury, your blasphemies
and regrets, and I will break them. Give me
your sins and the defiling noise.
I will break them.
third.
That is my throat when I imagine someone is
gone and when they tell me of someone who is.
and it is the dead eyes of someone
who can't stand themselves anymore.
Empty is emptier when it's not a mistake but
hollowest when it is.
This is the dull heartbeat when pain carves you out and
abandons you.
last.
Give them me, like glory from the Sun and
like tears from the bloodless Moon
and I will break them.
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