Where Are You?

March 31, 2009
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i am from dust,
blown around,
unknown origin.

i am from unwanted;
dark sky; cold floor

i am the gaps
between the door and the wall

i am the broken glass of the window;
your window

i am what is seen, but never heard.
i am what is said, but never spoken
to the entirety of meaning capacity

i am from unprepared
and unaffordable –

from light that spills beneath the door,

from heat rising towards the ceiling,

i am lost; i am found

i am found; i run

towards the morning silhouette
and the sparkle of blue
that lashes from the sea and sand

i am from lush; i am from dope;
and inconvenience and hurting

i am from the checkers on the couch
where you; you sat eyes pretending to see

arms unwilling to hold.

you run.
i run.
where are you?

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