Immerse thyself again in words most apt that stand and are for what it is you would have me see and thoroughly be precisely not exactly as you have put them.
Nay, before you put them, before it was you said them, or whispered in tentative strokes intending to paint what it is you saw or sensed and decided to wield them about for goodness sake
(Oh, that I would and that I could not as I have done here.)
even before real wording if and whether you would get it true than a drift better than a cloud that pierced effortlessly to its destination and took you back to thyself and me:
Writing is that you me be, and we know that is not possible as we compelled ourselves to make it so. Sad there is no other salvation, no sufficient redemption, no reckoning.
Yet we have this conversation or illusion that it is so.
Nay, before you put them, before it was you said them, or whispered in tentative strokes intending to paint what it is you saw or sensed and decided to wield them about for goodness sake
(Oh, that I would and that I could not as I have done here.)
even before real wording if and whether you would get it true than a drift better than a cloud that pierced effortlessly to its destination and took you back to thyself and me:
Writing is that you me be, and we know that is not possible as we compelled ourselves to make it so. Sad there is no other salvation, no sufficient redemption, no reckoning.
Yet we have this conversation or illusion that it is so.
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