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[how does one explain a bubble without an extreme?]

by Rebecca Andre

I.Passing Time
Egads twitter. I bathe in you. I should be reading. Something else. Yet I am drawn to you as a flying thing to sweet.
Flaming minds abound. Sweet hot reds, oranges, yellows, blues. White hot rages.

II. Preparation for flight
I leave the sun and stars in all their iterations. On the walls. I just realized that. Everything else I took down.
When our stars match we Are
I’ve always carried this with me unconsciously – like a spiraled up linking to the universe and everyone.
My chest caves in with it.

III. Always Wrong
Just know I love all the music. And if I get it wrong. If I get you wrong. If I get the music wrong. If I get the curtain wrong. If I get my own mind wrong.
Well. I love the music.
And one day. Maybe I’ll understand it all. And there will be (hopefully) a togethering.

IV. Fear and Love
I can’t trust my own loves from the darkness. I want too much. I need to much. I fear.
I am unsteady. You may be a rock, but it will still falter to quicksand.
A rock isn’t infallible. And I am sinking.
Give me steady ground. And my love will explode into starlight and moononwater
(you will be the water)
I want to scream my love to the universe!
It is a shadowy fleeting thing of uncertainties and fear from the dark.
But it is there - growing, beautiful, RESPLENDENT.


Posted on 04/19/2021
Copyright © 2021 Rebecca Andre

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