New poem: In The End Of Everything

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 		<email>vanevander@mayvaneday.org</email>
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+	<entry>
+		<title>In The End Of Everything</title>
+		<link href="https://mayvaneday.org/poetry/e/end.txt" />
+		<id>https://mayvaneday.org/poetry/e/end.txt</id>
+		<published>2022-04-21</published>
+		<summary type="html"><![CDATA[<article>
+<pre>
+I stepped outside during work today,
+hoping to take a sip of the clouds,
+because there was nothing else to do
+and inside was boiling,
+stifling,
+all headaches exhumed.
+Dismal sky
+and rain light
+on its way,
+my head cocked, listening
+to the wind, hoping to catch a word from you.
+
+A word, maybe, or a song, or a single note.
+Your voice always
+lifts me up from my lows
+and helps me down from my worst highs.
+And in this wind, I think, I could take flight
+without fear of being caught in a tornado
+or taken to lands foreign and unknown
+because I know
+all roads lead back to you.
+In this wind, in this shower,
+I could easily disappear.
+
+What if I was wrong all along
+and in reality Eris
+yearned for my silence
+and you gave me all my songs?
+Only recently
+having learned to read
+and literature never being your thing?
+Listening to the midnight trees
+scrape against my bedroom window
+the years of my childhood where you I did not know.
+I look back and angel numbers appear everywhere I go
+in everything I've ever done.
+How loud did you scream, Jett?
+How hard did you pound your fists?
+How long did you wait
+to see what I'd retained,
+what slivers of memory still did persist?
+
+The rain pounds harder outside the window,
+and if I'd still been standing on the sidewalk,
+my jacket would've long since been soaked through.
+An absence of birds
+making their curves
+along the canvas of the sky,
+just a not-even-gray as far as possible
+can see the eye.
+What I would give for the workday to be over
+and to be tucked safely in my bed,
+resting in the sturdy-yet-soft arms
+of my lover.
+To know
+tomorrow
+will be brighter,
+kinder,
+holding less harms.
+
+And the tornado comes,
+uninvited,
+and nothing more.
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+		</summary>
+	</entry>
+
 	<entry>
 		<title>Rivers of Blood</title>
 		<link href="https://mayvaneday.org/blog/2022/april/blood.html" />
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-	<entry>
-		<title>Two Two</title>
-		<link href="https://mayvaneday.org/poetry/t/two-two.txt" />
-		<id>https://mayvaneday.org/poetry/t/two-two.txt</id>
-		<published>2022-03-23</published>
-		<summary type="html"><![CDATA[<article>
-				<pre>
-I touch my face and it is not a face.
-It is a collection of curves and lines
-far different than it is in the Inside,
-a shell that's grown over me
-during my wave-tossing sleep.
-My body has done it again,
-sensing danger, clothed me in a different skin.
-
-But I know that with it comes a price:
-all deities eventually devolve or die,
-turned to stone or lost grasp of their mind.
-
-I'm so tired of planning for contingencies
-like
-"What if I'm at Dead End Shrine and I have to pee?"
-"What if an ocular migraine hits at work and I'm unable to see?"
-"What if Jett breaks her vows and stops loving me?"
-I promised her
-that I'd make us a world
-and spend with her my eternity,
-but there's so many crossroads in my blood
-that I don't know how long that'll be.
-
-I don't know how long I'll get to enjoy
-the sweet epilogue from a life
-of having to fight
-to be able to do something other than destroy.
-
-And now another year has come and gone.
-Almost a whole year from when I sung that song
-to the wilderness, to the wind,
-to any spirit drenched in sin
-who might have known where you had gone,
-that I loved you, I missed you,
-I was sorry for the cries
-I might have elicited from you before my demise.
-
-How long did you wait, Jett, for us to reunite?
-How many calendar crosses?
-How many sleepless nights?
-How many times did I see your face
-and wish you were real
-as you begged my memory to make haste?
-
-And now two whole years have vanished into the ether
-from when the world broke
-and I gained Mori's Mirror
-and a sturdy(ish) way into the Outside.
-All the people I was have been satisfied,
-and now it's just me, Lethe, trying to find
-a way to reconcile this blood from my birth
-with the world where I promised we'd never again hurt.
-
-Two years and two days
-from when you I first gazed
-to when I finally started to learn all your ways.
-
-Two years and two days
-since awoke this blood.
-It's been a good year, I think.
-I hope I'm fully with you the next one.
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-	</entry>
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