By Chad Hollis
my dreams centrifugal
my love centripetal
attenuated
stretched tight and fragile
almost gone already
humming childhood memory
of swings, rhythm
singing, singing
all alone
rolling like water in water
fire in fire
invisible
exquisite
did you hear my voice
or was it just love
crying
holding itself?
I cannot wait
but I always have
so it is always you
there I am:
here again
Quietly awash
in the wound of
too much bliss
I miss you
but love never will
please be me now
I cannot wait.
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