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phantom pantoums

Posted in pantoum by maggie on 2009/08/03
phantom pantoums

i've seen the end, it's come time to resign —
every breath past here has its own word
(i knew them all, i loved them all like mine
and yours) - i've left you every sound i've heard.

every breath past here has its own word,
while each word speaks an endless silence (his
and yours) - i've left you every sound i've heard
to dedicate what can't be to what is.

while each word speaks an endless silence, his
are promises of worlds that never were.
to dedicate what can't be to what is,
you sacrificed to him and i to her.

are promises of worlds that never were
enough to recreate what we've destroyed?
you sacrificed to him and i to her -
we give the most to what's our greatest void.

enough! to recreate what we've destroyed -
that's why we sing the song, it's what
we give the most to. what's our greatest void?
the word we left unsaid, the door left shut.

that's why we sing. the song - it's what
each fragile moment aches to be there for:
the word we left unsaid, the door left shut,
our secret lives, the dreams that spoke of more.

         each fragile moment aches to be there, for
         i've seen the end. it's come time to resign
         our secret lives, the dreams that spoke of more.
         (i knew them all, i loved them all like mine)

each fragile moment aches to be there for
our freedom, our control, that light ahead,
our secret lives, the dreams that spoke of more
(though nothing more about us need be said).

our freedom, our control, that light ahead -
how is it home has always felt so near?
though nothing more about us need be said,
my friends will come around to itch your ear.

         how is it home has always felt so near?
         i've seen the end. it's come time to resign.
         (my friends will come around to itch your ear.
         i knew them all, i loved them all like mine)

how is it home has always felt so near?
there was a time i used to give a damn.
my friends will come around to itch your ear -
don't tell them where or what or how i am.

there was a time i used to give a damn
for those who feigned the same for what they gave.
don't tell them where or what or how i am -
there's nothing in my soul worth shit to save.

         for those who feigned the same for what they gave -
         i knew them all, i loved them all like mine.
         there's nothing in my soul worth shit to save.
         i've seen the end. it's come time to resign.

for those who feigned the same, for what they gave,
i can't make up the difference nor the change.
there's nothing in my soul worth shit to save,
i've nothing in my head one might call strange.

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  1. Samantha said, on 2009/08/05 at 21:48

    Such a sad goodbye… a sacrifice…. a reluctant end…
    does it have to end? perhaps, it does…

    “our secret lives” and “dreams that speak of more?”

    are those so wrong?
    maybe we all have these?
    maybe, they are worth holding on to… ?


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