The distance is illusory, certain, quiet.
It takes you secret, selfish, connecting.
Foolish nothing: fools laugh of sugar and knowing.
Curel naivete, unfair knowing.
Embedded and phantom, balloon.
My younger self is illusory.
Look, dear, it is impossible to see.
Clumsily.
We sip cool water to do something.
To say nothing.
This latent heat in a gesture.
We are, presently, exhausted.
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