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[allyellowflower]

and i return: still alive [yes, i can hear your exasperated sighs. sorry, i know it's disconcerting]. well, i still don't have much of anything to say, so, because of my lack of compelling stories, here's a stream of conciousness writing thing, have a good laugh or skip over it [or just try to recover from the irritation of my reappearance]:

I dreamt I dwelled in those small places
where the bones in your wrists meet
and press together with your perfected force.

you were shot shaking and my mind was reeling
and writhing into some pile on the floor;
something had unraveled itself from the seams.
but the scene rang with musical vibrations:
(keep your tempo, hold your pitch)
your arms swooped and swung
throwing me wall to wall
to air

and I awoke
because I can’t catch myself with flight;
you know that

(I think you knew that).