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Defined by an intense need to
apostrophize and to tether, dictated by nothing
but your definitive space’s lissome address,
when visited, opens up to a closing, or sizing a gap
if syndetic, and reaching out for a retreat a frail gesture
meaningfully pursuing a link, a strain that is
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When you were alive because you felt it, subscribing
to a phenomenon, granted by a sovereign of our difference
unconsciously at first it was statutory to a fault but then conceding
to it and accepting, fit in this meeting as if too relaxed
that it may sleep or bear noise even – your incidence of me sees clearer
than any lens, and when fond of, you will
make out of my clenched fists, when put together, a diptych with
your hands taken into, receiving constantly the burden of days
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As destination of a truth
that is if you listen that there is something inaudible in this
reality – your dream will make an apparition out of its center,
said when it is too comfortable to even slouch at a constant day,
setting this faculty tranquil the face of a punctual eve
somnambulating through towns triggered by dim white light,
forcing windows to contract, the body somewhere afloat, contacting
the precision of something as rescue,
your life seen with value when peril touches your deepest parts,
almost daily in this location as if you were shorn out of
difficulty, looking for me to halve all of this.
