a cesspool of you
almost inviting
in the final push.
Lost.
green river grass
bobs and flows
on the surface
and then plunges
inside - deep, deep inside.
Forgotten?
so soon
so smug.
may be veiled
the pain, the hurt?
Who knows?
and why would one know?
Banana spiders build cobwebs
only in the season,
only at the right time -
disappear.
The space between things
either
pushes or pulls.
prodigious!!!
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