I am her



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I am her.

An intention floated through time.

A silky patchwork of hope and knowing.

An effort weaved through fate wrapped around whispers

I want to be this, and not so much that. Soon.

A drawing of light and shooing away everything else

I didn’t need, didn’t want, didn’t care to celebrate

It is simple and complicated

It is complicated and ridiculous

It is ridiculous and ambitious

Not always am I her, but more of the time

Much of the time

Lately when I slip out, can’t breathe

Then I dash back, linger like a continent

She is home, always arms open


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