I have no position
to stand up for me.
I succumb into everything
coming my way.
I am to demystify
my separateness
from anything.
Tears of joyless joy
evaporate before
I could ever take them
to be mine.
We drink,
you and I
from the same,
a secret inward liquidity
and call it,
for now,
living it alive . . .
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