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[willower]

you don't go anywhere, except
for where you already are.
you don't retrace
to the beginning.
you don't ruminate
on steep or narrow, deep
or curbed, uphill
or sloped. just here;
one foot after the other.
just here; it's good to see you..
or rather, i suppose
it's cumbersome;
humbling, disentangling..
abridged.

i smile, we both smile, silent
and gauging. it's another
time in this plane, where
we may be familiar
and also forgetting.

a point
is directed towards
the ether.
it swirls and circles,
it hovers and glides.
why couldn't you
be less stranger?
why do you
say things i could
very well pronounce at
plain sight?

i step towards you, i
step aside, i
trace my fingers on
the dotted lines..
a small note shapes
round on my lips
one and then
another; it skips.



scarlet.. blu..
is me and hue.

walk with me,
i say. we could
be as where
our feet were to take us.
i lift a veil
for you.. but
don't you see?

come.. it's me,
you see..
it's me.