(But) Noise

There are forms of beauty beyond this--
Beyond cocked guns
Beyond pink
Tassels of blue
Your room is filled with dreams of men
Ravines of silhouettes
Shadows
Hands
That touch
(but never hold)
You.

There are forms of desire beyond that--
Beyond yearning
Beyond "yes," and
"Yes"
Beyond neon
Red
Tassels of gloom
Your room is filled with dreams of demons
Cliffs of goodbyes

Leaving...
Left.
Gone.

You're all alone
With nothing

But noise.



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