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retrograde/the waiting

lying in the warmth
of melding
i beam and beat
with new ways of telling you
what synapses cannot
i tear a card
up from timespace
and just like all the
numbers and glyphs
along our path alighted
this tells what could be
if i was more of light
than lead

i am a slippery rope
of bloody tissue
you have cleaned and cleaned again
but of water you are not
it does not hold

i promise you
when i'll come back
i'll be land