Poetry: "For Some Time, or I know how this must end"

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Poetry: "For Some Time, or I know how this must end" [Slight Revise]

You break my heart because I know how this must end One day, as all things, though never will, with the careful thoughts Of sand and of incautious ocean salt pillars, as if the horizons are looking forward's back To the where of the from, and I hold my breath (though the stars aren't seas) And I pretend we are not about to drown from life, just lost, sheepish children, again Playing in the everlasting depth at the shore of soliloquies : All the pretty words, the pretty hugs, the sweetest touch, The vows, the heart strings knotted, Red strings and full, the dinners, the quiet Moments shaped like dreams spent close together, the couch Warm with our breath and hope, the bed shaped like night. The call of the dripping lyre Playing outside in the great turning gearful gyre, The old grandfather clock, the beating tick, in the fog, in the salt, in the sand and loam, Calling us home though we have been there... For some time.

Si Vales, Valeo

Original: "For Some Time, or I know how this must end"

This is the original which is shorter and a little more to the constranting point, though a little less clear...

You break my heart because I know how this must end One day, never though I will, and I hold my breath (though the stars aren't seas) And I pretend we are about to drown, just lost sheep again Playing in the everlasting depth at the shore of soliloquies : All the pretty words, the pretty hugs, the sweetest touch, The vows, the heart strings knotted and red and full, the dinners, the quiet Moments shaped like dreams spent close together, the couch Warm with our breath and hope, the bed shaped like night, The call of the dripping lyre Playing outside in the great turning gyre, in the fog... Calling us home though we have been there... For some time.

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