i am shortened breath.
i am tense shoulders.
and you are as far away as thunder in the desert.
i cup my hands over my ears to make sure that nothing is heard.
i press my long lashed eyes against the realities.
and all of the fury and angst that is present...
...this is a gift to you.
you on the other side of the world.
you writhing while you are writing and weaving these sounds.
i am here-putting out the energies that fuel your work.
know that we are held together in the darkest of corners,
in the tightest of nooks.
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