scope me again
into nothingness

here am i found
brushing fingertips
on
moonbeams

talk of moth bitten butterflies
light chasers with sprinters wing
reflections off their glitter sing
you could never catch me


catch me we sculpt
it is written in the stars
it has been written in the stars
that my emotions tremble
with sand

what sand trembled
ask
me
as
the
earth quakes

this valve for the duct of mine tears
caterpillar to me that we may cacoon
pleasure has resistance on no ends
seen into the cons
of
an
spiders dream


see her lips on me
catch me beyond this dream
catch me
beyond
wit
ended
?


















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