You are there
beyond what is mentioned
when I rise from my chair
And predicting the future
always ends in futilities
I could walk with you
through all these words
that are foreign
but I would find
I was burning
in unutterable possibilities
Anticipation you cannot see
in my stride
when I move vaguely along
Plainly oblivious
to all the grass growing
under my feet
You see me
breathing slowly and
wonder how soon
I will fly into phrases
more pleasing than tasting
honey is sweet
A temporary distance
runs in a curve
beyond what is mentioned
Your eyes seize
the fire from
half-truths you can hear
Present moment is held
in nameless rooms
hid in the dark
Where you try
to read notes
I penned for you there
I move vaguely along
to plant footsteps
that lead to my heart
Creating a path
to free your own
from this distance
I am not oblivious
to the grasses
growing under my feet
When I rise from my chair
it's because,
I am anticipating
no change
in our existence
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