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THE THIEF


The preacher has hung his coat to dry and the dancing circus held my hand right through it, I come by it honestly he says the pain the anger, love the loss, hopelessly stuck into me it has mated with my genes. What a shame to annihilate these memories I don’t know that I can, cause that rotting body still smells like home and I keep kicking up the dust all around me making shapes to lay next to. The thief comes back up to greet me smiling that smile that had me once hooked for days on end, I’ve never trusted him yet he always comes back, his body moves towards mine and whispers in a low chant:

“gone are the market stalls and evening the blessings, your power lies elsewhere, for I am your savior the one who truly knows you”

The same thing over and over, I’ve heard it before for he is my thief and despises everything I am but I am in love with him but I don’t trust him, he sounds like a drunken midnight kiss, just use and the using. Maybe I really do come by it honestly my head still hurts and I think the braver is done, for I know I am not wanted, I am not wanted, I am not wanted he repeats and hugs me reaping the same thing earlier, I know you, I know you, I know you, I don’t really believe him but the words feel strangely safe cause I know that pain, I do, I do, it’s the only thing that’s kept me alive, I do, I do until the waves start to hit, I do, I do, and his hands begin to drift, I do, I do, and give into it, I do, I do until he’s stolen everything I have left, I do, I do, until the rivers turn to blood, I do, I do and he touches insides my tongue, I do, I do, until I am now, riding in his car as the sun has fallen down, I don’t know how fast we are going, the jagged shadows of the rocks look start looking like home again, the wasteland calls again, a sweet sound that only be made by that same dancing circus, I’m back, I say, I’m back. The deal was struck it’s time for me to join the circus again. The thief puts on that grin, I lay back wishing the clouds glowed in the dark. 



Finnur Kaldi
Innsent 15.3.2025, birt 15.3.2025

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