Star 6, poetry by Timothy Resau at
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Star 6

Star 6

written by: Timothy Resau


Beauty is your weapon—
You, who sit in great trees,
calling stars by name:

You who listened to my demands,
but did not fill time—
I was there with you, I know—

O lady — pure woman —
your wings still beat my heart.
And I’ve scraped long enough thru
my disease, waiting, always waiting.

Anxious in this catatonic mind,
watching Sisyphus as any brother would—
I’ve lifted more nails than my share,
only to have you bore your image
deeper into my brain—

If I’ve cried, it was only for you—
Now I know these walls are more
for you than me.

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