Not that you miss the dimensions like a bird, tender, trying
mmmmTo reach the end of the world. They’re and
You’re. Like this. The breadth and the length. There
mmmmIs a measure that is not in meters but how close
We’re and what of the other we can hold on to as anchor.
mmmmWe begin as we and then us and then not really
Knowing what, waiting to be solved, learning love by proximity
mmmmAnd how lost and fickle. Say fluid. Say the sinuous
Stairs meaning the current is life. Who sits in for a portrait now?
mmmmThe world begins at the bosom of love and defines
Us before it becomes the longing in the room all the voices never
mmmmLeft and the light is a country of the flight bird
Trying to reach the end of a world, the length and…
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