It's like drawing
where the pavement meets the grass
from the balcony
its not hard
coming up to meet me
you are alien
surrounding me
I breathe you in
choking
keep my calm
a splayed branch
twisting up and through
guts spill out my back
an illusion of choice
force of tension orthogonal
to confusion, resolve
seen you in dreams
reaching out in flashes
dancing light, cavern walls
I am no more me than you
or I
Pass the baton
12 years ago
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