readings:
day five
When I grow up, I (introspective eye),
want to become a
‘look-back’ and wonder.
My childhood idol’s most sacred trait
is never coming
to my aid
but always beckoning me from afar.
cannot make statements
that lead to satisfaction,
yet we share the same breath
in the together-tent we occupy
as filling me. My (introspective eye),
only sense of freedom is my eyes
into your eyes into my eyes,
as back to me.
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