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unthinkable things

André Clements

the more i think through unthinkable things — the more i think of you

dangerous — i know
but the tightrope remains inevitable

hard coded
to seek out delight
but not necessarily to enter
and to stay remains improbable at best

still
i recount significant moments
their vectors crisp in my mind
i attempt to trace their equations
amongst vague crowds of variables

i try to hack through holographic shrines
to seek out my truth
to search for ours
and

i find an image
of your head on my chest
a hand nearby
eyes close
and closed

there are others as well — of course
spinning ablaze around me
receiving me with a naked face
shouldn’t spin this fire too fast
presenting your feet and back
the wind can be cruel and slay
as well as the truth torment

the more i think through unthinkable things — the more i think of you

dangerous — i know
that thirst remains insatiable

hard enough
to find the fountain
of sanctified adoration
and to sip slowly a nearly impossible test

still
i recount significant moments
their vectors crisp in my mind
i attempt to trace their equations
amongst vague crowds of variables

i try to find a fragile balance
to see veracity
to show tenacity
and

i find i’m fallen
off the highest cliff
facing the riddle of flight
eyes open
and close
wings open
and close
against the dynamics of fear
and the inevitability of death
all i have
all we have
is the rhythm of breath
the music of life

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