Taken/Free
A sense of feeling is floating,
airships between us in pale shifts
of light across midday skin.
airships between us in pale shifts
of light across midday skin.
In the lacking language of physics,
we became crossed and tangled,
splaying fractals across the room’s width.
we became crossed and tangled,
splaying fractals across the room’s width.
That time and this we make have
meaning beyond domestic interior scenes,
with our breaths on scant edge of hearing.
meaning beyond domestic interior scenes,
with our breaths on scant edge of hearing.
If I didn’t die in absence, without
some movement of things beyond a
dollar-cent piece, they were so
some movement of things beyond a
dollar-cent piece, they were so
richly felt for being fleet-footed,
as they run, stallion-liberated, in
plain of proof in mind,
as they run, stallion-liberated, in
plain of proof in mind,
that once, at least and if only,
we were so taken with the
always of tomorrow, we set out
we were so taken with the
always of tomorrow, we set out
free of today.
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