Separate from me
leaning in on what is away
It met me here and there
pulled me after it like a far distant kite
one point high up in the thin air and clouds
and clouds
above
pulling me
a string through my center in me
innocently
tugging me
toward
me
In the high places
of rock
and glass
where I am
and where I am
Oct 11, 2012
Oct 11, 2012 at 2:31 PM UTC
Separate from me
leaning in on what is away
It met me here and there
pulled me after it like a far distant kite
one point high up in the thin air and clouds
and clouds
above
pulling me
a string through my center in me
innocently
tugging me
toward
me
In the high places
of rock
and glass
where I am
and where I am
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