and you say a few lovely things
and there is a lingering possibility between us
and we can both sense this lurking little lizard
swim in the plain of air amongst
our flickering bodies
we try to catch it
or kill it
or some fucking thing.
it is unbearable to feel.
and we come to question
what within us
is really fo significance
what is true and tragic
and mendable and useable
and what
is dear to the heart
only because
it lives within it
it is hard
very hard to live with the dancing maybe
that tiptoes on our chests
when we are tiered of it all
tiered of meeting and trying and greeting
and thinking and reading
and writing and building
and sailing
and marching forth like there is a ground
and a journey
and a destination
like we are not
floating in the space of emptiness
everyone choose to look away from
i would like that little lizard
to grown into a bridge
between my little chest and yours
the maybe can tiptoe no more
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