little pieces of velcro you throw at me
i stick and unstick to stick again
along the x-axis of Time
patches of existence non-existence
each second each void
i hold out my open palm you land
don't twitch but muscle does not listen
like you feel my grasp already
you flow and fall through spaces connecting
each finger each beat
you land and fall along the axis
i stick and unstick what you give me
what you take away
and i hate you for it
i land and fall along your whim
you are so stingy with your velcro
enough just to keep this alive
and i want you for it
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