journal-18, climbing

I’m climbing up high enough tonight to meet the fantasy of you halfway through the air. and when we meet, we accelerate, leaving beyond the sonic boom

but caudal lag, in backward drift. the suffering I’m climbing away from. the voice of a poem that needs to be heard. not by many. perhaps... only by me

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   aquaswirl, death-blue
    indication of transition

    I’m exhausted feeling
    this way
      so weak
      so exhausted

    pull the plug
    open the drain

    feed me to the stream
    that leads to the river
    that leads to the sea
    of higher ambition
    of retroactive intercourse
    of harmonious trust

    life-white, etherdeep
    simplicity of existence

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that being said, I can only smile with you. a hundred smiles. a thousand smiles. I’ve lost count. its seemingly endless

catching up to your flesh, and I kiss right through you. it is a fantasy, a dreamland, as I’m climbing up higher into this mystical expression

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