consuming your eyes or caressing your shadows
i fear at times
with my madness
to trample over
others’ delicate flight
distance
then
is
sad
and
fair
it’s far and closer than possible
closer than near even is
a shadow i love
and will not
can not
touch
i remote enough or possibly enough to say
i’m there
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