I can't care for you the way that you care for me
my mind is restless
the churned white cerebrum of
ocean waves
--dissipates--
as soon as synapse with sand
my thoughts spread
vast networks
tangled roots of prairie grass
one plant think for miles
my dear
if someone pushed you over the crest
of a hill's infinity
you would keep rolling
asymptotic
in your path
with no god to halt
your physmatic inevitude
I don't love you that way
Loving you
Happens
an 80ft tidal wave
free of neural foam
a lightning strike
breaks knotted root earth
An arrest
--cataclysmic--
of mind, constant nomad
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