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14 January 2002
it seems lately,
i stumble into this (space/place/way)
of this faraway passion (in all of you, over all of you, possessing and possessed by all of you, every you)
&i....
collapse, contract, tremble, shred, splinter---
lately i am a thumbprint, not a thumb.
a sung but not a song.
i can't seem to take anything in.
a flat surface, a dull mark.
and not even a sense of coming to -- of half-mast eyes and the walking wounded
or on better days sleeping beauty.
can distance grab you? and if so, how does it let you go (away)?
all i want is all i wantttt is your sumbody,, to add to my body so that our two bodies arithmetized will = a one body
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