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Ruby Nemo Sep 2018
falling, I can feel it . . .
building up in a delayed type of motion

like a house filling slowly with strong gasoline
watch yourself, when you finger the flame
and the place is ablaze in seconds

awaiting the tipping point in uneasy distress
to push me over the edge, just barely
and experience a crash landing like never before

I'm a senseless fool for you,
not because of what I do, or have done, or will
but you, revealing all these forgotten truths
to uncover things I never knew I wanted

like involuntarily pressing on the gas pedal
and your foot won't seem to let up
a dynamic weight that is out of control
dancing down a dicey avenue

sooner or later I know you will say
something to cause a change in the way
I view myself, a delegation by the highest power

. . . seep lento, my dearest friend . . .

your discouragement has brought you to me
while I'm lying asleep in confusion
. . . euphoria,
enveloped by rash dissonance and heavy heartbeats

it's senseless! irrational!
and I labored so willingly to avoid this fate!
escape, I can't, not now, you see . . .
you're too attached, you know too much
fall into me . . .

the timely contraption calls in beckoning fashion
it ticks in a mimicking manner as if to laugh
at the sudden second thought and malevolent misfortune
of finding true love in a small bathroom stall

oh well, I am unable to dwell
hoping to progress with as little tenderness as needed
have a nice day! positive thoughts!
all up until you are mine and beyond
we'll fall freely
09-26-18

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