i'm days from this wish and when it happened i wasn't accepting. i feel after that, and then after that, and then this that i've rolled over to something so simple---the vigor and intent to create and place him into new atmospheres...whatever is the most pleasing and full and experimental and intense and happy.
fall days. it's happening. i know i can call him to meet me on the highest hill but when he arrives there's no recognizable look on his face. i keep calling and i keep waiting and he'll always be ready to meet me, but never all the way. probably never.
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