A couple of notes, written in retroactive thought about the way my day(s) had worked, fulfilling a design, the likes of which I could not account for.
I feel the sharp stab
of fate's
clandestine knife.
A small gash
just under the ribs,
slit like a fish's gills
and out bleeds all
my circumstance.
***
When I say that
'I feel for you',
I don't mean that
I have feelings for you-
but I do-
what I mean, is:
I reach out my arms
under roofs and starless skies
and I try to feel you
in the space that settles
between us;
trying to connect
through aeons of dust,
like slowly throwing out a thought,
or an incantation; a prayer;
a feeling just like love
so it might wrap around you
as I would.
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