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what it is, and what it isn't

you are the painted beauty
that comes in lightning
and super continents
you are lost postcards
and pebbles
on distant shores
you are the longing
of wanting to die,
to curl up into nebular disks,
the reanimation of
atomic clocks
that whirl
with currents of galaxies
and you are the ache I feel
every day
I wake up alone

14 Jul 17

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