you are a slow moving pendulum
caught-up in my hindsight
a web tangled misconception
wrapped around the stem cells
of every illusion I never want to let go of
a dream weaver, fighting my nightmares
the seconds falling into dust
an air spirit between my ribs
all of the wishes I forgot to make
because everything else got in the way
the flesh on my bones, my blood...
skin that tortures so eloquently
fragile fixation, fading in and out
sometimes, I am just a ghost
and you are the tangible part of me
my corporeal weight. I am immortal
without those broken parts
the stars in my veins are still with you
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