of all those nights
i waited for you
alone or with the child
when you never came
dark time
dark hours
now i'm waiting again
for someone who carries
your spirit
to come to me
and the songs of
the Ringer bird and
the Britteny bird
float over the waves
of ocean bass and
pink sound that
ground me here
buzzing along in
flurries of keystrokes
and clouds of words
now fading as the
code takes hold
drawing me in
holding me
rapt
strength flows into me
through my souls and
fingertips
rocking gently
inside the
glassine unit membrane
on a curve
tangent to
conventional limits of
acceptable behavior in
this time and this space
now and now
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