EEMAAAAAAN!!!

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touch

but i wonder
how

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my spirit may be

to contain the
remanents of you

long after your fingers
through the insides of my mind

like the nine am waves
on a sunday morning

in the hollows that form
in my half awake cup of tea

freely, without interruption
unhesitant
unbound

in the highlights that take shape

in the shadows that whisk away

like my thoughts when i think of you

ENGLESS, UNCONTROLLABLE
IN A STREAM

But when the waves of your remembrance,
become waveless,

serenthedreiispity,
a calmness

in the stillness of nerves
in the final glimpse of

sleep’s return

the calmness

in the perpetuity of this state

of feeling you here
where you are not

I BECOME DISSOCIATED TO THE TURBULENCE
THE TURBULENCE THAT EXISTS
BUT NOT IN MY OBLIVION

in my illusion of you-i am stateless

but then, in a flicker of a second,
reality peers,
unveils itself

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sabotaged by the undying
memory of you

SOMEWHERE, BETWEEN THE INHALE
AND THE EXHALE,

BREATHING BECOMES UNFAMILIAR

EXCFHTHAAROIUYLKISIINNTNGIGGNG

i am

ASTRONAUT

without you