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Who will remember us,
or is it not infinitely
more important that
we come to know our
real selves? Statues,
whether marble or steel,
will whither away in time
or be pulled down by those
who come to see misdeed
from magnanimity. In Cosmos,
only the real self is everlasting.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS
His flawless facade veiled his private malignity, your sultry devil in sheep’s clothing.
An empty hospital bed in the living room
  morphine pills in the fridge and bed pan
  full but forgotten in the night's grief.
  They took her body away and I still cry
  every night even though it's been years.
  I'll drown at 3am in a pool of my tears.
It's 4:36 in the morning and you are lying beside me asleep.
The room, of course, is dark. I've been awake for a while now
thinking about things, things like the concatenation of wars
throughout millennia, men following orders from Generals
to **** other men, the corruption that has pervaded so many
facets of our lives, of the billions of human beings who were
not loved enough, if at all, when growing up. The world has
been turned inside-out for eons. Been thinking how to turn
the world rightside-in. And then I turn my head and look at
you and instantly realize the solution to world catastrophes.
Love. It's love, and only love, that can save the world, and all
living creations on it, from self-destruction. Bless your heart,
my dear. I lean over and give you a gentle kiss--gentle so that
I do not disturb your peaceful slumber.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS
My eyes,
They always betray me
When I run down the
Uncanny valley

Your smiles,
They mean nothing to me
While I'm going through
What is left to see

Your thoughts,
Are walls that I can't touch
A prison for my words
Where I don't know much

Your names,
They never stay around
Loud ideas of noise
You shared and then drowned

Your eyes,
They always betray me
I confuse your dreams
With what I should see
Amazingly typical
How long does it last
When it's forever
Rolled into the past
Running a fever
True colors, broad cast
One day as ever

All together, done
When another eon lies
Folding into none
Lows and highs
Whispers of old stone
Buried in the skies

Past time paralized
In incessant news
Eternal life sized
Waves of letting loose
Surfaces incised
From current abuse

Whatever goes back
Whatever waters away
Slips into the cracks
Only a matter of day
Some days cut deep
Most are lost to sleep
"I had no idea ! "
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