caught up
in the twisting
science fiction
of reality i exert
these forces of change
within
myself, i,
fixed in one place, (i)
smile
like before (the face you know) so
that my
hairs stand up
beside you,
quite
(next to you) electric and
this tired bunch
of
static nothings (i) cling to,
like a sock on
the back
of a dress,
hold on to me
when
you are gone.
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