writing !oh my beloved can’t help coming back to you
Sometimes I feel like the one
pulled onto the dance floor by someone
shaking a leg against my will
my body and mind visibly ill
everyone around me intoxicated hiding their pain
I have mine but don’t want to do the same
every now and then I look over my duality
to see you standing at the edge of reality
dressed in imagination and spirituality
running to you makes you disappear
running away makes you appear
been in this hide and seek game for long
to know that to carry you along
have to sit seemingly alone
focus on the invisible and muffled
to get my jittery fingers jotting
and squeezing to get a trickle
soon you pop up naive and fresh
flowing into unchartered territory
leaving me immersed in ecstatic nectar
know can’t add to your stature
but without you I am a statue
have no desire to get you
only make myself deserve you
as with getting comes the fear of losing
so have to jump on the trampoline every day
and get so high one day
that gravity loses its hold on me
and then ill move in you like you
being part of the orderly chaos this universe is
without being part of the orderly chaos this world is
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