Hello

hello

Come find me passion

Maraud across my open spaces

My steppes, swept and dried

tinged and longing for

infinity

where an echo is out-run

Where lines are drawn and forgotten

like desire that apes only

the very best moments.

All definition and certainty

subsumed in the haste

to consume a lavish meal.

Drowned and spent

The residue. A crust

A lost love affair,

all misty

And so I go

to each new day

An addition. A loss. A stroke

An explosion of now

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