unmade. a light
unraveling. i am
a man of many hearts,
divided. a disunity.
so much hope, so much
dread. i am
near this
insurmountable distance,
always
on the edge.
flying or falling,
it's all the same. a
swirling tide coming
going
washing ashore, tumbled
tangled stretched out
dissolving
reuniting with the sea.
where the light is flat,
abused and discarded, worn
to a fray
speaking like shadows.
i once was lost but now i'm
found, in another place
in another time. always
the same. i am this
light with no limit,
crashing into walls, scattered.
i taste of shadows, growing
inside out. i am this
darkness with no limit,
spread out wingless, filling
the air.
and me? and
me?
i am a simulacrum of
sensation. bound to love
for no other reason
than to suffer its
every
d
r
o
p
of confused
beauty.
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