loving you is like
standing
(wingspan trembling) in front
of
a throbbing mob
of eagles,
feathers splayed in defiance.
i stand (and soar)
over
the hard peaks of this grand canyon
waiting for you.
i pluck
hairs,
and i separate
the truth
from reality
like
speeding bullets,
and
as i face down
(knees trembling)
i come to realize
that
these are desperate times.
they
need
desperate
measures...
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