bottomless

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i would hand anyone absolutely everything

if my feet could then find their footing

in something.

i hear it is far better to

have anything other than nothing,

but how do you keep from flying away

when you’ve lived your entire life

in a state of flight, not fight?

i am never satiated, though

i do not feel empty; rather, i know

there is someone who needs me to stay

and another sunset to watch disappear

and more sleep to be had full of

dreams to fall into —

i was twenty-plus years of crossing fingers

that an angel of death would carry me away

but nowadays, i hope she doesn’t reach me;

please tell me she’s still lightyears away.

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