Again

Again,

surviving into

another day,

strands anchored to something,

that I can not find,

hah,

doesn’t mean it

isn’t there.

 

And there,

at the center of her universe,

she waits,

mists,

lights,

and a big face,

mine,

entering.

 

We are so connected.

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