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Thiamine: Third Space

I did everything right

For once

And still you fell away

Into that string of tomorrows.


You


—That ends with sickness

Or disillusionment

Out of grasp

Like her ink in water.


You


—Love without bounds or inhibitions

Like I’ve lied for 35000 words

“Dreams are stationary”

And you aren’t.


You


—Dynamic as the winds name

Or the scripture of a fool

Waterfalls and Escher chairs

In the stars half away from now.


You

Thiamine, you are gone from me

Into the field of near impossibility

Say, in the name of the wren

I hope that we can speak again

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