i dream of the blue lips
that say my name — father
you have known me forsaken me
tossed me to the bin of your youth
your panic you hard and uncertain thing
i will take your hand that you
in your age and angling bliss denied me
the ghost of you the shadowed walks
the rage of rain and all that ever
stunts a man who once in the womb
now vacant lost his way
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Sweet and Bitter Greens 