(it is hard to be -
anything like you.
the sentiments of
commandants and kings
building empire on
hope and fragile things.
nothing crumbles like
the human spirit springs -
eternally naked
in your gauzy glower
on this god damn planet
seeds sown every summer
but still wanting for flowers.
i have loved you like that
but like trains affixed to tracks
we must run every day
and without you next to me
it doesn't matter which
Pope you put your faith in
it's still hard to be.)


she said if nothing else
i mustn't repeat myself.
if you say we must be
blame time or distance
or history -
the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn

This is great, beautiful and evocative.

However, I think your line breaks/enjambment could work better. You cut off so many good ideas and lines so abruptly.
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If I'm not raw, I'm just a bit underdone.