One day we will be good,
but this is up to you.
One day we will wander through
the tallow of river weeds and
bask in the cool cold waters
that swirl like magic eddies,
but this too is up to you.
One day we will shine in
luminous repose against the
backdrop of the darkened city
that had a power outage and
all the hospitals became death
beds because their generators failed.
But this too is up to you.
It is up to you to become one day
and travel with me to the cliffs
of the world where artists sit
listlessly, painting square rigged
sailing vessels as they plunge
into the abyss.
It is up to me to help you
as I have helped you in the past
without you even realizing it.
Discovering what that help was
is up to you. It is up to you
to look behind that flabby muscle
they called the heart and to see
if there is anything there, and
you can't let the doctors do it
because this, like everything
else, is up to you, my pale love,
love is up to you.
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