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Ask me something solitary
that prods me closer to the air.
Smokeless, hapless, necessary;
I hope that you could bring me there:
to vibrant grounds above the clouds
of scattered mess, due diligence,
and evidence that I'm all washed up -
or not at all, as you'd suggest.
Aid me as I search for purchase.
These fervent winds uproot me swift.
I'd watch the homes arrive, depart
with knuckles white against my grip.
And there'd be you, standing sudden,
accomodating and benign.
The portent's eye would come to gulp us,
and I'd feel my reach returned in kind.
Though the worst has come and been,
this calm could never last forever.
But here we've made a chain for bounding,
and here we'll tether down together.