i want to make things explode
learn to breathe in the staggering smoke
let them free and imagine what
breaks out
your lungs are the vessel
for precious words i long to capture
my ears the home of your freed creations
my mind the g(r)asping, comprehending,
mmm-uttering resting place
for a thought that began with you
its travels long and perilous
its bridge crafted out of thin air
its journey succeeds
when we are both understood.
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