
On my deathbed I had nightmares and dreamscapes of you and that day in September
---and they tried to quell the blows and blows
---and the sound it made when you said the body count aloud
In this room, with crisp white sheets that once belonged to healthier days,
I rolled over on my side and looked out to a cloudless horizon,
---and I was jealous of you and the legs you had to walk from here to there
---and of how your sleep was surrounded with the foursquare
An accident used to be my worst enemy;
and I never imagined my demise would come from design
It was dark and ominous over here---
my movements [all of them] were irreparable
and I was too ashamed to tell you I was homesick
and although I believed in how the West was won,
this was all so very, very
East of Eden
Maybe we should try west of Eden. Any one's death diminishes me and i think i am part of the main.
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