amazing how the best times
are never recorded
at least not in the way
of scribbled placement;
pen to paper
little pilots and their fine black tips
i never used to write like this
rusty, wobbled shapes
remember when i was
the two
(do you?)
feelings of placement
feeling myself living
rather than watching
myself exist
so naturally stimulating
we literally felt high
and if i'd looked down
i may have seen myself
floating
explosions
erosions
and he hasn't come back
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