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How, Why, When.
How.
am I like
the wool
pulled apart
retreating.
How am I this cloth
you love
laid out in front
go
and follow him
the sea will part
for the both of you
I am determined
to be a phrase
to pick apart what I have known
How am I this theme
a running log of lines
to the story
the nth degree
How am I the paragraph
that makes you stop reading
I have been told
at the right time of day I
am approachable
but really
I am waiting for your return
so that I can
look at you again
How am I this way
back-tracking on seasons
the opposite of go.Why.
am I synthetic
a miscommunication
of unbalanced proportions
divided by the right
amount of eyes across
the room
Why am I fearless
traveling through
the curtains
the square root
of unknown speeds watching
one by one the poses
you pose
in pictures you’ll
never come to know
Why is how I am
the breakdown
of this discography.When.
will I suppose
that this is the what
of the thread
this is when you were supposed
to go but there was a no
so I went instead
the room filled up
looked low
and When was there an end
exactly When was it meant to start.
When did I become material
retreating into How-ness
the story
is When I became
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