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[unitdbyhaircuts]

Behind the evening,
someone told me once
they were old enough
that their balls would float in the bathtub.

I let tonight in slowly, guarded
ignoring the perpetual power
these days have
to spin and move at their will
a testament to
the thievery we all
accept as normal.

I learned also that
the story I've talked about for many years--
of the points in a constellation that
became a narrative only when connected--
has a meaning much more personal to me
than the conceptual understanding I
repeatedly explain.

I've been hunting for my dénouement,
my floating nutsack,
the pieces of character and event that occur
when things have remained stressful and concerning
for entirely too long
my resolution
my catharsis
the in-between after the eruption
and before the fade to black.

and in this quest, I've determined that
I'll undoubtedly find what I'm looking for by myself.

I'm excited by this--maybe not now
but knowing, i guess, is half the battle.

So come, my friends, be not afraid
We are so lightly here
It is in love that we are made
In love we disappear