[in]action is an option

we call it reflection

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inflexion

points of

contact, conduct

wanted and

wanting, the spaces

between and within

liminal, phases

catch a breath

or a ride or just

moments of joy

moments, the onus

[is]

on us, always —

appreciate what you have

while you have it, slipping

like sand, fingertips

skinny-dipping at sunset

languid, scarred

and convivial with it

chest-to-chest

we move like mariners

hopeless and hopeful with it

flowing like the tides -

in, out

over and over again

these words were written

before you and I were born

and they will live on after us,

they have meaning beyond us

[for]

there is no meaning for us

[and]

we have the meaning we give us

[yet]

meaning is meaningless

[but]

we want it so bad

inflexion, reflection

all these joining words,

places for us to

come together

[and]

understand one another

(or some semblance thereof)

it’s much the same,

we’re much the same —

tête á tête / face to face

hand in hand

space

is

intolerable

but

inevitable

and

empty

and

hollow

and

heavy

and

cold

and

freeing

and

[stops abruptly]

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some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this.