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alone here I lay
in the diminutive hell
of my thoughts
a quiet solitary contemplation
garners such gain stay
when to the gravity of others
we find ourselves
so predictably caught
I am conflicted
do I miss your essence
or is it your presence
I miss more
in such sporadic moments
harnessed
quite beleaguered is our rapport
do the seeds of excitement and
all its inspiration
cleverly mirror love
or are the seamless threads
of a higher form of fusion
markers for
some blending of a blessed
union from far, far above
my head hangs heavy
weary and dark
so terribly weighted down
by these dreaded thoughts
I feel as if a pigeon
trapped in a pigeon's
doom
ever circling my tiny,
little cage
when I should be
flying free
with you
(allow me to rephrase that)
when I should be doing
anything else
(but this)
with you......................
(Feb. 17, 2011 233 am)