Grief To Twine
The Heart Keeps Score; A Hushing Score — Journeyman’s Poems
The Heart Beating Still, Whilst The Scoring Of Hurt Is Done
The Heart keeps check -
Keeps the tidings and scores: This grief was heard by its crying solvency.
The Heart keeps score
On all those lost in times forebore
And counted to the endless
Score — the wilt — the prattle of time
Aye: She keeps Score; a tidy score.
Before the ball, the knocking done
By that tempting heart, against the carcass of a belated chest
When the core comes to detest, the petty company —
The Heart keeps tides for tides,
A grizzly sweat, a hobbling pain I may incline
By the beads that droop the brow ever further
Down the bents of misery
The Heart keeps her tidy check
And checking that, I wrestle myself
To a sleep not known for the longest time
The Heart keeps tides for tides
This bedding grief,
And washing ashore, I feel myself no longer…
Slacking testy breaches of fair light
To the vail to gale the living
The Heart keeps that tidy score
Beyond the bend of the road
I cannot see myself anymore.
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