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JS CARIE Mar 2019
LIKE THOSE LONG SUMMER DAYS
WHEN THE SUN HAS BEAMED
FOR WHAT FEELS LIKE DOUBLE TIME
IN SLOW MOTION

AND THE UNSPOKEN NEXT THING I THINK WE ALL WANT
AT LEAST A LITTLE BIT
IS TO WATCH THAT BURNING
FIRE-SPHERE
FALL FAST INTO THE CURVATURE OF DISTANT ROUND
AND CONCEDE INTO SUBMISSIVE NIGHTMARES
SUGGESTED BY THE DARK

BUT THE NIGHT IS SO REMOTE
AND THE SWEAT THAT KEEPS
IS TRUE PROOF OF THAT WAIT
SO CONSTANT A POUR THAT I AM NOW AFLOAT

I CAN NOT MAKE A DASH RESULTING IN THE OUTRUN
FOR EVEN A SPRINT WILL SEIZE MY WIND WITH EVIDENT PLAGIARISM

SO MY WAIT CARRIES OVER

INTO A NEGATIVE TIME LAPSE THROUGH THE MIRROR OF REVERSE

MY WAITING GOES ON

WITH AN ACQUIRED PATIENCE AND INNATE COMPASSION FOR MY OTHERS SHOES
A DISCHARGE OF INSIGHT INTO THE INCEPTION OF MY SELF DESTRUCTIVE CONTINUANCE

LIKE MY DESTRUCTIVE MAKE UP
THE WAITING FEELS UNNOTICED UNDER AN UMBRELLA OF INEVITABILITY
BUT FORMS FEET OF SWEAT
IN THE SHADOWING WAIT
BEHIND MY EVERY STEP
lily Aug 2014
After too long apart
I met you and thought
Oh, there you are
my missing
piece

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