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Of the many cures
—there is no cure

(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
You are soo not attracted to me
Anyone can see
That you don't want me

I love you soo much
My heart was cursed by your touch

It can't be done
You can't be won

I need  to run to a place where my heart can't find me
Wherever that place may be
Out of sight
Out of mind
Like a ghost in decline
Which is where I might find you
In memories weeping
If I let you go
Let you fade away
Keeping
Your secrets no longer
The intimate moments
Bereaving a loss
That exceeds all condolence
Your smile
Your voice
Once the key to my heart
Would become
In its absence
What tears it apart
pain turned into insight
scorn into soft pity, yet
curious how fever dreams
of desire remain the same
after so long, still pulling
from the same well
The speed of light matters little,
even from its initial burst.
It changes not the basic fact
that the darkness got there first.
A little philosophical thinking!
Don't just get wet,
Let rain seep into your bones,
And every cell,
Let it swell your heart with joy,
Let your soul dance to its rhythm,
Drip drop, drip drop,
Pitter patter, pitter patter
Discard your raincoats,
Let go of your umbrellas,
Dance in the rain,
Feel the silver drops caress you,
Kiss you,
Feel them tap on your head,
Hear the rain sing you a love song.
As you dance hug every drop close to you.
10/12/2023
Love always has a plan
and the plan is love.
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