for me, it seems,
the best, for you,
i think, i know
a distance born from doubts and fog
up to the knees and down to the sheets
a gap to carve up time
or stretch it closer
i wonder
there's more or less left
to right
this train track life
forevers gone in high
speeds of fears and
washed down with my first cigarette in a month
isolation sculpts a truth
a lonely longing loving
or a love(ly) longing loneliness
i've been here before and again i'll go
into myself armed and hungry
full of swallowed words and knowing
things i'll never know
which maybe should be burnt into a stone
and dropped in the water
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