I am
the only thing
keeping you in this world
–by degrees of separation–
alive
it seems important
I seem important
by virtue
of the mad Dash
shared
& gauntlet run
–ellipses now–
my stutter implies a more
that isn’t
still I
preserve your isness
in my own
–a fragile offering held close with both hands–
looking out through
eyes colored
you
taking in through
views shaded
you
listening with
your attention
–I hear a different song
a million piece mosaic
firing in my mind that’s
set to better background music. . .
a kaleidoscope
picture
as predictably
changing
as it is
ephemerally
formless
as it lends
precious
meaning
to all that’s
fleeting
–our spirit
careening
closer to the
Void
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