I am in a place—
You saw yourself in me,
with no worse answers,
with my chest ripped open:
a cavern of eternity,
my own
shriveled soul.
Oh courteous spirit,
You, with desire,
live life already
in a twisted darkness,
with the will that remained
and sat
upon my heart.
I pray to know—
to see love in between,
for demons and straight lines
carve me out of the ether
like a plan
for the twice-gone.
© Ray Cattie
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