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So, what of love now
when too much thought takes over the how
Some say you choose who
others are convinced it all comes to you
Still, once love is lost among the blue
there remains the most daunting task one must do:
Forget the who, you once thought you knew
That love was only real, from one point of view
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Each night I hear the blare
of your horn, the rumble
of your weight, heavy like a snore
habitual in the darkness; but
if one evening, the din vanished
I would miss the thought of you
lumbering along the stillness, colliding
into the silent drift of my dreams
With the start
as fresh as bright white sheets
hung out to dry
eyelids flutter
admitting dazzling light
feet make contact
with what seems like
a narrow wire blowing
in a strong wind
a vivid dream
still clinging to branches
loosens it’s hold
of the sleep tree
mind’s fuzziness forms thought
cup of coffee
body responds
with its forward stumble
to the kitchen
toe hits a chair
sharp pain jolts you awake
you close your eyes
but can’t escape
this day has YOU in it
Heartspell 