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From the Heaven of my heart Part 2 Faded Enthusiasms📍

Planet One
Oct 24, 2023
2 min read

Faded Enthusiasms

And

Yet your voice was here—

just there-here in our dream you shining eyes who dazzled twice, already timed,

to the country, field laid waste, election blaze, illness wasting a brain, a mind. Mars, and ocean, feelings and emotions canceled. Cream and streamers, canceled,

Your smell and us your I and me and us

Faded

The castle of our fantasy

The all that was dream but a an illusion

Your wild fantasy us

but like a print on sand in a stormy weather

makes you laugh the laughter of the mutilated the one we shared in the past life

like mountain springs volcano

Tornado and the Disaster

The Always and forever

Became the Anyways and never

Vows canceled

Promised forgotten

censored. “I am,” you said, though your skin flickered

to hackberry bark, or as bullet pierced pineal gland, blinking out your day-night clock. Your syllables

endure frail days, which blow through equinox, dissipate, time out—

you imagined the planet with you already gone:

a sad expression, no real loss, the earth still a wild salon,

But the the pyre you lighted was way to early and nothing but a self suicide

yet the name you chose

is etched into air,

a violent wind parts my chest, tenderviolet, electric

nights in our sheets,

In my wallet and watch no longer countable, unrecounted. You, here, again,

my is-are-were, have-been-is, in my

arms, bed is-was our house-eyes, in my only thought only root only gone, my big only gone still here voice blazing, I mourn you-her,

Still you but no more

Planet itself I created under you but not you anymore

her-you, who were born-dreamed into the world’s thicket yet reinvented through an inner radiance, the radiance of a name, the name that is yours, the radiance that is-was yours that is-was you

The unseen end and the unkown bill

The regret of a generation

NOBYE was the spark of the Pyre and I will see your soul going while I left with no choices and power but a memory that will never fade like your words .