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Cheshi
Poems
Mar 2014
True Nature
We are floating, primitive and desperate.
Frantic to revolve.
Our arms cannot open as we adjust our sights.
How wonderful it must be to depend on you.
And then I think, "There's nothing here that's mine."
It is not in me to save.
Ebbing always at the edge of safety:
My star, it never reached for me.
And my mind, a cast of iron, loses balance on the last flight of stairs.
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