Happiness is a practice and I have neglected
you and find myself drifting through these
spaces with my hands knotted together,
tightening and loosening,
drifting and plummeting.
You hold from me all your secrets, all your
words, hiding them in stones and
signs that I can not decipher
even if I were literate.
What do you want from me?
I can not find you in my mind,
cannot hold you to me in my breath,
and so I feel so very alone together.
Take me now, take my hands
and lay yourself down in the mud
before me and let me cross on
your back to a higher heaven.
you and find myself drifting through these
spaces with my hands knotted together,
tightening and loosening,
drifting and plummeting.
You hold from me all your secrets, all your
words, hiding them in stones and
signs that I can not decipher
even if I were literate.
What do you want from me?
I can not find you in my mind,
cannot hold you to me in my breath,
and so I feel so very alone together.
Take me now, take my hands
and lay yourself down in the mud
before me and let me cross on
your back to a higher heaven.
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