don't cry in the valley
in the crater, in the crevice
don't cry in the alley
in the trench, in the foxhole
don't cry in the canyon
in the riverbed that's dried up
don't cry in the gap
the divide, or in the space
don't cry in the in between
the disconnect, the hollow space
don't cry in the ripping seam
the pothole, the drop-off
this is not a cliff
this is not an edge
nor is it a cup
nor is it an emptiness
not something to fill
not something to satisfy
this discontentment
this dissatisfaction
erosion is the anthem
pierce these paper-thin walls
egoism is the solace
catch the crisping ashes
the only tears a fire can shed
don't cry in the valley
your tears can't flood these mountain tops
the monuments will burn
and perhaps that will be enough
to convince you i'm not among the bodies
they'll count and place a flag in each of their shirt pockets
a mocking cross o'er each their graves
as shadows as long as the sun get bored with haunting
and cribs become stock markets
yield to your dreaming
and let my wishing
not harm your hoping
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