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There is some peaceful, personal, active thing I think less and less about, but am followed around and crowded in by.
If I promise to visit, to wear a helmet or a warm coat or a warm loaf of bread, then?
If I promise to find out that fullness, to float up and bloat and bob because of it?
If I fan out the flames, to foment, to do to do to do, ta da!
I see you making faces. I catch you spread out across town, and not a bit too thin nor none too soon. I anticipate every necessary adjustment, every necessary inch of you, every glottal stop, every down and out.
Whisper me back to life and where no one else is or let in, leave it all that much more space.
