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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