the problem is
that i cant hear
through your ears
and i never could
bend my neck that far
to find the sound
and it comes to trust
and i would likely give up
without remembering
all the good

hope doesnt float
its much more dense than that
in me the sadness is the oil
on the water of this joy
but its easier to float
than to sink down where its sweet
and cool against this burning mind
and the burning questions
and the unsure steps
and the goal becomes:
to walk without fainting.

i did have a wonderful time

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