is the quiet how is the blood in your head how is the atrophy are your bones hollowed bird bones & will you fly with me when you come back down?
vi. if we were two knots in a rope, would I be frayed at the edges & would you be twisting in on yourself? the vast supercoiling of your DNA coming undone as you drift farther off; I am eroding & you are extending, infinitely
farther
from me.
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