A Break in the Line

The metal threads of silver and slivers slip into the tips of an ungloved man. A boy in the way he thinks of rescue. Like someone won't be there, so he'll do the saving. The wire pulls in the vertical drop of dark matter with no stop and the mirror only reflects back present time and hides away what's to come. He wraps his mind and focuses his eyes on the eyes staring back from the darkness. They look just like his and in true glow like his mother's, his hair and chin seem appropriately place. Still the steel rope pulls and he anchors his stance and stays in his plant of earth and human grip on gravity. Shoulders tense, cervical bends and biceps to forceps to floor steps... closer in. Now the inches can be measured nose to nose with his dark passenger. Teeth grind away the dentin to expose a canal built for sugary hell, screaming in hot white sudden pain like his nerves are strings tapped into his brain, like his dreams made him feel in his earlier days.
A man dressed in black 
makes his way to the back 
in the late late hours
stripped away all his powers
that come from his parents and the love from his brothers. 
He stands alone... 
like he had in his dream land 
even back at his rope dance 
still fighting his demons, 
making his man meet demands 

All he wants is a love
more important than his liquor
more important than her cancer
more important than our distance
and the brother with the sentence
more important than the lying
as she pledges that she's trying
more important than his cheating
or his lack of interest in me.
All he wants is to feel love
hold all the dysfunction
hold all of the problems
and fix the shit 
in him that is causing it...
All I want is to feel something, cause the numbness seems so inviting, and its pulling me inside it, and I'm starting not to fight it...

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