Have I grown weak
in this
time

Can I write as well
from angst's
absence

Sandwiched 'tween
you an' me
these lines

Mine read backwards
upstream
yours spill freely

down
in my imagination
runny

Outside the lines
lashes on my ears
flutter

The top
of a new layer
is revealed

and we
are deeper
than ever

wherever
there are
depths

this is
broad spectrum
poetry here


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