They’ll call it love
in a time of low expectations.
From what I remember of
lives before this one, water
boils and freezes in equal turns.
Hydrogen and oxygen will
push and pull, cycles
of evaluation and investment.
After years of learning about
self defense and soft underbellies,
I’ve come to give life and drown,
siren call and cast white noise,
in tidal measures, oceans of
distance protecting tender chambers.
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