your heart moves slow
like the earth.
so i wished i was your sun.
but i've let you make me your
mourning moon.
---
i ask you about your day.
you think i'm relentless.
so you look into space.
---
i find truth between your fingers
when they describe some
supremely creative vision
to some supremely creative people.
but
i wish i could find truth
in one of the intricate labyrinthine
pathways to your heart.
---
i work too hard
for a fate
that deceives me.
i fight my wars
with my dreams
for a slippery reality.
i forsake my
universe
for disquieting seas.
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