Tagged: without

sorrow sneaks in with

perhaps i spread my

perhaps i spread my
fingers just a little when
i am thinking of
you
and me
and whether
there can be an
us, the dreaded
unknown, hiding
my face
from the face of
it, without resisting
a peek
.
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and so it is, i

and so it is, i
am once again
over- and under-
thinking things like
you without a primer,
over- and under-
sensing the range for
exploration, the
extent to which
we can still
fumble,
over- and under-
flexing the muscle
that gets me most
in trouble
.
20170316:0420
y

the hours without

perhaps not these

perhaps not these
words, but the shadows
of these words are
for you. being with
or without
shadow is how i am
measuring every
word for the
remainder of
winter, allowing
you to collect them
like empty bottles
on the beach
.
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y

without trying, we