How would you hold me,
Without me loosening myself?
I sweat myself
Upon the white-washed streets,
As I clean these sheets, stained with your blackened
Tears, that do not clean
So easily, as the sun replaces the moon
For the newest day.
I can grieve, to swim in my ongoing current of
Ongoing fears.
How would you hold me,
Without me loosening myself,
Loosening dread,
Loosening all we wed
Under heavy eyelids, among passing clouds
That are as grey as your eyes, too,
That do not seem to move
Without being an inch displaced
From the world, the both of us faced.
We are as unity
Parted from the world, within,
That does not want to move,
Not wishing to rotate,
Unless with the wandering of a thousand more leaking
Currents, that bleed their infinite course.
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