and a cloud of granite flows over my heart,
creeping ice fissures till i see them plastered on the cliffs before me.
because these ocean moods have no ruler moon,
only desires to demand - arbitrarily,
but swim like that forever if you want to,
that magnetic haunting, whirlpooling them in.
and i'll be impressed one day, perhaps,
by your utter fearlessness - that unfettered grasping
judged from afar of course - on an iceberg,
drifting about with some other demons
pretty, helpful demons, tickling me with support,
slapping my face to keep me awake
while you accumulate trust, and outshine madness
till a super love disables you and you concentrate for once
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