Belonging deep down inside is longing
Is longing
Is longing
Is to be
I too would rather run, bound, cactus head to cactus head
Stimulating laps flung wide, the distance well rounded
A working circle
All of our adjacent points equally distant from
The center
Fulcrum self, it's fruit and its pit so deep
The whole current of being rises through it
There between your crotch and belly button
Lonely river bottom
Longing to be entertained
Stimulating laps flung wide
Wait, wait...
Before you run cactus
Wait, wait... wait...
Just... say, say
Please, with your deep dimension close
Say which is worse, the longing to arrive there, or the terror of approach?
But maybe, someday, try
Mid-slosh through intermittent voids
Try standing long enough to toe the still beneath
And dare an inward leap
Cupping your feet around that looming orb below
Is longing
Is longing
Is to be
I too would rather run, bound, cactus head to cactus head
Stimulating laps flung wide, the distance well rounded
A working circle
All of our adjacent points equally distant from
The center
Fulcrum self, it's fruit and its pit so deep
The whole current of being rises through it
There between your crotch and belly button
Lonely river bottom
Longing to be entertained
Stimulating laps flung wide
Wait, wait...
Before you run cactus
Wait, wait... wait...
Just... say, say
Please, with your deep dimension close
Say which is worse, the longing to arrive there, or the terror of approach?
But maybe, someday, try
Mid-slosh through intermittent voids
Try standing long enough to toe the still beneath
And dare an inward leap
Cupping your feet around that looming orb below
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