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∴

give me nothing new
without me given you

and feed me not philosophy
if you reside outside of me,

for nothing
means a single thing
without you.

hang your dangling wealth
and seize your ruddy health
and empty all the dance halls
of their beat.

pall the mirrors,
stop up the frigid tears,
that’d flow again freely
if we could but meet.

you cusp me to creation.
you size me by ablation
and make warm again
the parts that warmer were.

you healer,
you revealer,
you causer of hearts to stir,

 

i miss you.

 

but you do not read,
do you?

 

at least not the letters
as we form them.
how futile then,
is my striving pen?

 

so i shall rest on the page
and wait.

∴

 

 

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