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Love Lies Bleeding

by DM Cross

My love lies bleeding, dying on the ground
Where only in heaven we hear without a sound
where only the clouds upon become solid ground
and rest upon the shores of the vast sea of sky
mirrored in conclusion, in the mind of the eye
you can be me, but only I can be I

My love is bleeding, dying on the ground
where only in the sky we hear without noise
where only the clouds on the ground and the rest full become
on the shores with the vast sea of the sky
reflected in conclusion, in the spirit of the eye
can be to you me, but only I then to be I

My love is bleeding, that on earth,
where only in the sky we hear without noise
where only on the banks of the expanded sea of the sky
against-reflected in conclusion become clouds on full earth
and the peace in the sense of the eye dies,
you can me be, but only I can be I

My love finds to purge itself that on the earth,
where those in the sky do not hear us without noise
where those that become the clouds on the shores of the spread sea of the sky
reflected in a conclusion on the full earth
and the rest die in the direction of the eye,
you can be me, but only I can be I

My love finds to purge itself that in the land,
where does that in the heaven not hear us without noise
where done that him becomes itself
clouds in the margins of the sea and stretch of the heaven
reflect in a conclusion in the full land and I rest in the direction of the eye,
I can be me, but alone I can be I

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D.M. Cross is a writer from Los Angeles.  He studied Eastern philosophy and English lit at Oxford University and earned a degree in psychology from UC Santa Cruz.  He then spent the better part of a decade playing in several LA area bands.  He’s currently finishing his first book based on his experiences living in Calcutta, India for a year.

Mantra by Neesa Suncheuri

ONE

At the dawn of my preschool memory,
Where all is now foggy…
I see you in the corner of my eye,
Silent and attentive,
But not in my direction.
We both listen to the same teacher,
And we both have our names
Written, and taped to our desks.
I can read yours, and you mine.
But that is all.

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