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We are…

We are encased in our own minds
   tightly wound,
spun snug in a cloying cocoon
Fiery waters, wet stagnant air
   summer thunder
There are no predecessors in love,
   no successors
He stares at the rushing cascades
   rain, violence, greenery
Whenever I break through
   I know how to fly with the moon
This searing flight comes freely
   like a wild link from heaven
In the coarsest of dreams, in all of that damage
   you kissed me

-June 29, 2008-