spectator in different seasons
of myself

flying up to a cabinet in the top corner
of the house you lived in
when you felt in necessary to prove
that you could fly
built to use, but impossible to get to

projects you won't finish
but still get away with
on a laptop borrowed
half devolped concepts
she will find later under a carpet on the side of the room
grass, green, jungles, and people who care for them
their legacies reduced to little stories
few and far between
not enough to fill the 5 pages
you won't get around to writing

you are refining your breaststroke
meanwhile always looking over
your unknowing
self
as they bet
and bite meat off dried fish
a relative offers one to you
knowing your name
but not the specifities of your relation

ascending and descending stairs
falling in love with the newly born you
-but keeping a safe distance
lest you get escorted out
for performing too much interest in
an unbeknowst party
of your past

they set fire to the trees and the buildings

so i brought him to the lot across the street. 

every time you crossed the property line you went up in flames. 

you shot him and i and he shot you. our names were taken off the gun

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i am trying to be with you alone to see what we can do, but everyone everywhere is burning.  

i could walk to see the horses so i visited them everyday

under water creatures in cages, to be eaten

wet dogs being washed

i teleported to los angeles.

 two men stopped me in the road and complimented my eyes, but not in a threatening way.  one man had to go, the other was lore-lei, lore.lie. and he worried about the future.  so we found ourselves in a future island with the water receed and a storm on the way.

 no one to let you inside. no structure to hold the people -we held one another.

then i was taken and my blood veins rigged with wires so they could study me

i pushed pushed and short circuited until i could peel each clamp piece off my insides like cooked egg.  only a little residue remained

I am clay and meetings and ready to learn
She is all over the Internet. Telling me
Direct message
All you have done
I struggle to type shrugs

you kiss my back and I let go

you grab me.

when the crowd gets growing

you leave.  too busy. 

those that want to hide won't be found.

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2039, now i work at the studio center. (voice behind the sound)

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We board the boat and your love is behind. 

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the lure

the taking

knowing now the past

obvious
unveiling

dreams of trees in water
sturdy tokens, i carry
study tokens i carry
know em when i see em
absent eyes
echo