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i wait in the fire for your arrival

staunch, clear and full of grace

you whispered in my ear your yearnings

and i floated up into the sky

each breath, each sigh a relief

a  gaze into eternity

 

i wrestled the waves until i was blind

diving deep below the ocean

below the ring of fire

below all dense matter

i wrestled with myself and you came to me

 

softly

through the ether

tender and true

 

lurching for affection i tripped

landing on all fours

and although a baby in my own arms

you never once looked to shame

 

and now i am alone

searching, seeking anonymity

yet they come relentless and sure

without any humility of reticence

their time has come and  i seek forgiveness

simply because my downfall will be unnoticed