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an accident

Posted to Poetry




Your beauty is so distant
and with this so different
like a finger doesn't feel until it touches
and all at once my hands are upon what's in my mind
and I think to myself
this can out last a day dream
and then I'm back again
An accident
but with fingers accounted for
and may I be so bold as to put my hand upon
and ask them what they call you
So I maybe might get back
to that place I'm supposed to be.
Feeling without a need to always be touching something
blistering.
and maybe I'm now seeing it clearer then I ever have
and maybe you're not so distant
in distance
from me.
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