so, i’m in this spiritual war. maybe you aren’t, but i am. many great losses
excuse me, i thought you were also the center of a fractal
this being we are, delights in all things, yes but is held breathless
dopplergangers in case you both explode, who knows it could happen, true love too qui… like a limerick, obvious stupid si… like things aren’t. also, angular
life and even one good thing– anything, a course in wonders becomes? no school, thanks not for me. no lesson one so likes declaring to find itself legs. no
when (finally) we meet I’m thinking spring wildflowers will bloom on high
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
love does not beat on doors, beg at tables. it is always
does a king come ready– made, or doesn’t he emerge from a prince once a frog, and aren’t you
i keep smiling forgetting to remember to stop myself.
yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you
yes, there is a gap between us always has been now it is
cool this angst some with beer, amazing how it works, three in and suddenly ashamed that i could hate
love me past the edges, stances and masks, deeper than i know things.
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