I'm making progress here.
No I'm not holding my
Breath.
Not you, silly.
It's just hot in here.
I'm an unsure beast.
Round house kicking the air.
At you but at me too.
At the space.
Here's my drawing
of the space
not of us:
A bending
enveloping
journey to
beauty
quite like before.
new balanced hemishperes:
that answers it.
what I've feared.
all in the past.
all in the past.
I'm not fond of
this song.
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