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The light is no mystery, the mystery is that there is something to keep the light from passing through.

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Richard Siken
Age: 57
Born: 1967
Born: February 15
Poet
New York City
New York
Mystery
Keep
Light
Something
Passings
Passing

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I swear, I end up feeling empty, like you've taken something out of me and I have to search my body for scars.
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Oh, the things we invent when we are scared and want to be rescued.
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Is that too much to expect? That I would name the stars for you? That I would take you there? The splash of my tongue melting you like a sugar cube?
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I'm battling monsters, I'm pulling you out of the burning buildings/ and you say I'll give you anything but you never come through.
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I woke up in the morning and I didn’t want anything, didn’t do anything, couldn’t do it anyway, just lay there listening to the blood rush through me and it never made any sense, anything.
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Here I am leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My applejack, my silent night, just mash your lips against me. We are all going forward. None of us are going back.
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I sleep. I dream. I make up things that I would never say. I say them very quietly.
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