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Working Issue: Volume 1 Number 2 Summer 2022

​An Empty World’s Waltz. 

I would wrap you the gift of an empty world 
So you’d have something to call your own

I would set you apart from these nameless battalions

I’d call you a universe
I’d leave you alone.
I would love you from distance too far to define

Let you live for the sake of your living

I’d kill to repent for your loss of time.

Our sun gave life with the rain

Our collaborate minds were aligned

Our war gleamed in red with beautiful gore

Our peace would expand my beliefs
I would wrap you in unexpandable deceit
Though I would drift so far from your innocence eye

​So I empty it out

Twist my crumbling spine

So wrap me in something

Usurp my desperate signs

Gift me a life beyond my hold on your mind.

I would wrap you in the leaves from the skyward limbed peak

I’d scorn you pink-faced
I must cast you out
If I am ever to empty your world

One last kiss on the mouth.


Tim Donahue
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