tears
are
from another world
of
other hearts
in
other eyes
even
wept for yourself
pretending
tears
are off-track
not
of this day
they
are
strange
eye
wellings
duct
emptyings
pain
might summon
absence
often
time
will heal
the
wound we are
tears
are the bitter memory shed
won't
we return to them?
call
them
for some abstract occurrence
love,
nation, anything you sing
bear
your grief in buckets
and
all the tribe's as well
so
oceans have been salted off
and
fish hung out to dry
in
moments beyond
reason
or caring
just
as when
some story touches
and
other hearts are mine
weep
till
you're blind
with
some shuddering truth
till
the salt sea
laps
at ears
and
no
one will
know
why
A good one!
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