tugging on the seam at
the thread of me. tagged with touch-
kept running back up with sweet
coffee burn before, and coffee again
afterward. when i saw you two,
aligned range, i just understood:
everything is
a matter of placement... when
you can, even comprehend the scope.
saw you run, so fragile, unconscious up to Where.
brain still doesn't know
how many full revolutions made, but we do.
it's game, all your cuts, as fair as it's ever going to be;
turning over trades we may, and it's as well,
never know for certain whether something
was real enough to be lost. may. something may
have been gained. in meeting, this is not nearly
the major predecessor to the things we can do.
you put your truce out,
saw it humbled. it is, to be being human.
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