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i worry

carrying burdens

not yet

passed down

to me

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foggy planes of glass

shifting

sliding in; out;

i in the eye

mannequinly waiting

aching

hurting

dreaming;

lost

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cacophony of tiny giggles

ricocheting down peach fuzzed ear canals

tapping out a rhythm of

joy;and warmth;and 

purpose

a tipped watering can of drive

drip dropping

over my welcoming heart

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we are

all of us:

pieces from

a broken whole --

no two (alike)

(matching)

identical

oh!, but when

two lost parts

(once joined;

then severed)

meet again --

a gasp!

from the universe

a tide that washes,

and recedes

so

bubbling joy

might take

its place

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an adventure

tumbling upwards

from beneath pastel flowers illuminated 

by flashlight between teeth

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and today you will find

me

climbing, and

my fingers will be

upon rough surface

and my

heart will beat 

faster

and my arms will

strain harder

and I will be

Alive.

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oh

it crawls

and creeps

and thrives

it crests

it catches

and crashes

it wells

and beats

and warms

it spreads

fans out

explodes

collapse inward

coalescing 

and repeat

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the keeping constellation

each of you

little bright lights in the

melancholy sky

which hangs above

an ocean of

death

in which

I hopelessly drift

with

no concept

of land

no abundance

of air

just heavy weights below

pullingme down

down

down

but

I tread on weary tiptoes

to see

these tiny stars

flicker

gently

and free

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his arms

so I dive

under covers

through blankets

over downy mountaintops

and (crash)

slide into

the keyhole of warmth

meant just for me

home

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un(spoken)certainties

I

feel building

(tiny little emotion constructs rushing here;there)

fear or

doubt or

(is it?)

understanding, this is when

(a small voice shouting)

this is when (she screams with no passion)

you flee

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the good reminders

and

ontheknobs

of my cabinets

in the shadowy light

illuminating stove tops

while I hum

I rock

I knead

(and need)

will gently swing

tiny spoons

for the measuring

for the doling of

for the reminder of

you

the mortar you placed

the bricks you laid

the kitchen you organized

the hands I loved

quiet

in the gentle spilling light

gasping

easily back and forth

in the aroma

of all

these calloused hands

attempt to offer

to warm bellies

and hearts

and souls

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go on and try

skeletal fingers

against (my)

chalkboard eardrums

reaching

digging

needingto

possesscontrolhaveknow

own

what cannot

be owned

.

my spirit

my breath

my air

my heart

my love

.

mine.

you may diminish

chip away

damage

destroy

but you will never

(never)

hold this (me)

in your hands

.

break me

but

you will not

have

this (fiery)

spirit

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but if I fall

will you catch me

will you

be the warm(soft) home

my heart returns to

will you

eagerly

lap up my sorrows

trace

your finger(tips)

down the

bookish

spine that holds me

(so insistently)

upright?

if I fall

will you

catch me?

because I

needyouto

be waiting

arms open

heart racing

love cresting

Now.

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the soothing of

soft skin crinkles(folds)

traces familiar steps

a gentle deltaofkindess

-ofjoy

(mirth? these vestigial words have use again

in inconquerable the face of penning the dulcet simplicity

of the magic that radiates from your skin perfuming the air)

and my heart

follows

(dropping,exploding,filling)

and so i become (a gasp of air

a caught breath

warm discarded air against warm discarded air

lips against lips)

yours

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couldn't mean to tear you down

mudbrown and so

solid

could not think

(dream)

of crumbling

stolid,

hardagainst

(the) rain

(the) air

(the) snow

hardagainst (time)

allfullof precise angles

a sure

a steady

(a) giant

brought to your(his) knees

bytheslow

bythecreeping

sunthirsty

ivyof(me)

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contentment

pink feelings

rise 

spread apart like

wide fingers

palms forward

drifting back

pastel oranges,pinks,purple

vibrantandmuted

explode

a deafened sound

light blue 

(cotton candy)

smoke steams from my throat

the pink the orange the 

pastel

happiness

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questions

When you left me

in this cage

did it really not (occur to you) that

I would 

not

remain

in silence

in your absence?

Did you expect anything less

from me than 

escape?

Abandoned with

only

my bones;

twohundredandsix opportunities

to fashion

a key.