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AND ON
mine oh mine
what i want is so sweet
so far
and also, they speak
of light and dark
to be so professional
who wonders where we walk
who wonders why we sleep so shortly
wake so hugely
and run each day for
to be my own
oh mine oh mine
what i want is so lost
although, when the park is closed for winter
and we swing past a moon
slide down over our fears of such a frosted night
mine, for there is no way
to run much farther, and at once love
any less than what may be
light washes in and inhale exhale
i cannot write for to be interrupted
my sleep is broken and my thoughts are weepy
i cannot calm i cannot think
all is light on the morning sill
all becomes wish of what is gone
and what was never here
and all work becomes sly
all play is so short yet simply very sweet
i cannot breathe for to smell the desert
and all that is here kills my hopes
wanting for new and pleading for past
mine, oh simple of mine
i pull for the last chance
and today i am gone—
i will not miss myself tomorrow.
begun again
for what is new other than what we never wanted before
we knew what we did not desire
and when thoughts flip sideways
everything changes,
changes to the small speaking and large feeling
from big words and little thoughts
we change between each other
and as the space grows smaller
i receive no consolation from
emotionless wanting.
- Jessica DiSolvo
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