For Joey, Robin and Philip
Philip Seymour Hoffman
Are you coming to the tree?
Oh Philip
I am sorry we were not at the tree
You didn’t wait long enough
You fell
You couldn’t see
All that shit in your veins
clouded your vision
Robin
Were you waiting at the tree?
Did you see Philip?
Your lights were so bright
Maybe you blinded each other
Flares
Sparked and Spinning
Bright whirlwinds of light so piercing
No one could
see past your shields
those god damned shields
My friend had one too
I tried to smash it
Stared so hard I couldn’t see anything
Didn’t know where I was anymore
I never found an opening
I never broke through
And he never got home
Burned up
Faded out like a shooting star
Nothing but smoke
This earth keeps pulsing
the faint rhythm barely perceptible at times
Can explode into a stampede that pounds the senses
And sometimes it is so hard to bear witness
Turns you dark
Burns you out
Burns you up
This twilight is growing dimmer
But it’s not all smoke yet
Sparks flicker here and there
And you gotta capture those like lightening bugs
and hold them in a jar in your heart
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