Knowing the Colours

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If all the wildly perfect ways,
the shot-gun passions of so many
grand and urgent, epic days
of making
proper sticky love

songs, stricken poetry, silent
violent movies – the endless stripped
back story-time
of how we all fall, make deals and
falling short, compromise

and coalesce, to find
that something close to love
or ourselves, in another -
that elusive prize above
all else.

If then, we can only shoot, resist,
attempt to near distill our sweet demise,
just once in the yawning rise
the coming expanse of our greying years;
the sunset-sweeping

raw and filthy soul-refining,
eternally magnificent, life-defining
glimpsed symphonies of this:
real connection – bright fugitive passes
in the blinding passage of bliss..

O happy then are we smiled upon!