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I am down to looking at your profile every other day on a good week, Maybe once daily in a bad one (But it’s probably more) In the moments I miss you most, I hope for your safe passage to every iteration of who you will become In the moments I hate you most for leaving me, I choose to simply understand why I have bought into the lie Signed and sealed The nothing lie, the one sold to women like me by men like him I am nothing Nothing I do matters There is nothing that could be better for me than him (When I know the best is always you) The swamp is dry and cool and I lay on rotted moss, Grabbing at it until it becomes dust, a handshake with the inevitable, Waiting for the river to rise, So that the rocks in my pocket are claimed by the wolf again Where freedom might be... a darkness where your face, Mouth, and embrace can’t be remembered.

The Bell Jar has nothing on the bell state, (Though some outcomes seem random, they usually aren't) knowing that each quibit of us, DNA, RNA, Nano-possibilities exists on this plane separate but so very connected. ...That if we had just arraigned our equations for the right outcome, it could have been. But is there even a right and left in reflection? (I still touch my hand to yours from the other side of the mirror, every day) We live outside of the entanglement, decoupled. detached. The theory of us greater than any spirit, But it's just theory And can be applied to anyone, so it should seem...

The war horse makes war The peace horse, peace A bushel of our limited time is spent building and rebuilding And not enough asking forgiveness (soil can’t hear our toil, unless we lay in it and then: it’s too late) In our inherent laze we create malaise, between each other and our mother We leap forward only to bind ourselves backwards. To the technocrat brat, renew your energy by breathing trees Build a fire and cook the food you grow, the animal you hunt… Sleep under the Milky Way and drink, let your infant eyes nurse this galaxy And then tell me if the space you spoil with wires and buyers Is worth the loss?

The winds are finally here I've been summoning them, Thinking elemental mental thoughts while they left me here heated cold, Winter's white, somber stillness a beautiful curse... (deaf ears, vertical horizons, and all things star-crossed and tainted) And on these winds now I send to you my skin Still supple with youth's last whispered hurrah. Tanned like ancestor sun toil, freckled Laughter and tears in sun and rain I send my voice, a deeply soft reminder of the moons we've traveled, calling to one another one step ahead... Sometimes galaxies behind I swirl my breathe towards you from the deepest inhale, searching for your scent among spring's seedling intent in these winds. You, my content My comfort My home My air.

I want you on me, in me Around me, up and down me Across me, against me Everywhere we share energy Friction in fractions Equally unbounded Astounded Every inch gently pounded Pinned against your wall Orgasms twenty feet tall You know, That's all.

Painting by Ioyan Mani (Sioux translation: Walk Beyond) You were the most magnificent glitch in my binary A number so unlike any, A break in the monotony of code this Code that That I do not know how to neatly end the statement. (A slash will not do, nor a parenthetical) So I am trying something theoretical Heretical even… I will listen for your voice through every telescopic array Through known galaxies and beyond, wormholes, dark matter (Like a lost Gaia searching for her Aether, when she realized that sky is no match for essence) And if I hear one perfect three, I’ll know it’s you To make my way home and meet you at forever

On the twin flame experience: The way it worked I had to walk into your bar And it had to be winter solstice, the darkest And it had to be that song though now I don't remember any noise, my free-bird raven (breathe, beating heart. breathe, beating heart) Clink, cheers Back to life, back to reality Your green squint envyted this, hungry jades using you to seduce myself ...to remember my lips and hips dancing eyes ...the unparalleled, power between my thighs So, I let myself Be tangled up in the blue of your strawberry hair, a seeming field of for-never. I went from player to played In two shakes of your wolf in sheep's cotton tale (kiss, breaking heart. kiss, breaking heart.) Alternate current and direct current, All shook up. We bled sister rosetta red the cords our story was destined to obey the last note, where i lose the you and I we made (someone i didn't have to give away) Like every song written, but never played. ...

I’ll be your grape soda If you’ll be my red velvet cake Mystery’s sweetest soul release Sugar kiss, coated bliss I’ll be your blanket If you’ll be my pillow Warm and soft silken escape My resting head, your sacred cape I’ll be our waterfall If you’ll be the moss Cleansed free on slippery rock All this within we need to unlock You’ll be the volcano And I, the crane Our every touch This last refrain

Do you have the time? Could you write my next line? Did you even wish to be mine? sweet lil boy With the huckleberry shine But you'll never come back to me Always too blind to really see What was lost was not for sale Now I'll keep my heart in jail Drinkin prairie fire wine Making love was not your kind Faking nothing, let me be Green eyes make envy the enemy Pull my hat low 'cross the face Pickin up my heart's melting pace Childrens' laughter's not enough The Wolves' howl is just too rough Drinkin prairie fire wine Dusty road's the final line There's not one I wouldn't cross To feel it less, this aching loss Spilling prairie fire wine deepest grapes, they need a vine And There's only one thing ever free That's what you took away from me.

When the blues, greens, fluffy whites, Begin to fade into the next hopeful dawn... And the owls ruffle feather awake to seek their prey (Break-fast) The horizon fading into a quaint squint O'er the mountains There I'll find you Among those apricot embers Sun stretching into its yawn Moon taking her place in the night sky, The lead There I'll find you Among the starry twinkles Within the first cricket chirps And distant howls There I'll find you Among all things that end... And begin again.

Ocean wave, unencumbered circumference Envelope-circling The most secret parts, creating sea glass Jasmine scented ritual dance, A centuries old routine One breathe follows the other Mine, then yours Yours, then mine Heart opening blossom, Petals falling, the foam explodes across the sand And gently retreats As the drum beat slows And the water flows back-into self Awaiting the moon's next command.