When I am circumference, the circular outline of the person I think I need to be,

you become my radius, the shortest line from the center of myself, to me

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We are here, atop sun-baked bricks and mortar materials of the moment, in which we have scaled such troubles, but found a hatch, inside the pyramid, the hidden door to labyrinthine design

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Two-wheeled, we were, using feet as engines -

Road riders - and did I forget to mention?

We never asked permission, we just kept on rolling

Sometimes, the road takes you to the place you were always going

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Nuanced, it's not, meaning, each word tumbling out of his mouth, another hammer on the head

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Night wanderer, you soar into sky with unexpected abandon

But who's been broken just to form you?

You are light and you are debris, dragging your coat though atmosphere, falling free

And when we were young, we thought we could taste the light of meteors on our tongues

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No matter the years, the fears of being nothing more an imposter never really disappears - you just learn to live with it and forgive

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If skin is space, then I am constellation

I draw lines in the lost ink of imagination

I remember stories through connections across time

Each freckle, a nod to those left behind

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How quaint, she whispers, a cup of tea and novel in hand, a knitted shawl from her sisters on her shoulder just a bit off-center, as we re-enter the cabin on the edge of the river, a fireplace flickering the only light for reading, but neither of us needing much more than this kind of quiet

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Worn beams weather the years

this house, stands, still

Walls have seen a myriad of tears

this house, stands, still

At night, we dream; then, disappear

this house, stands, still

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Beneath the branches, an abandoned doll

The tree stands guard, its roots engulf the small

Head askew, hands in dirt and muck, eyes ablaze, weathered in torn shawl

Either left or lost, or an escape from it all

Beneath the branches, an abandoned doll

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