to you

There are unfortunate retributions
in pursuits of affection,
a particular toil I have become less than fond of in my ticking of days

it’s the liberation
the easeful push-off once one has been denied,
coming to a clear cognition
and gripping the urge
to float away in eternal

etheral---
filaments of wishes
draw from my synapses to yours
zipping the stands with their poignant dynamics
I imploded long ago





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