THE WAY THINGS ARE.
Asking rhythm to quit-
to stop and wait and
dissipate rapidly
into the air around my breath
as I
Quiver sinfully knowing
THE END IS OVER
And I begin
to wait
a bit slower
to wade
a bit deeper
to search
find
seek
her
here, i’m (her)e
alonely knowing
nothing more
and calmly, however
simply
i just keep tossing
that bone.
i like that…
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that bone the ones that don’t keep you together just make you shift
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come agin
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conversation, yes, but i’m not really listening. i’m just bouncing off all these walls you create to amaze- 4 years ago you were 16, you say, and i say okay.
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sorry- you’re absent- i’m not sure how i’d ever say anything to you any other way.
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