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currently listening to
dreads and dreams,
sherin

there isn't much to say
apart from
you are the most important thing to me.


the place could be a palace or a shoebox,
the doing could be rollercoasters or menial labor,
with you,
these things would have no matter.

for you alone would give it all matter.

how fascinating
is just one story,
one being,
one enigma one life,
it could captivate a forever just only.

and then to multiply that
by all those
who are sharing their life with me
and i, them
on ever cascading levels
this surely satisfies the very limits of all time
itself.


oh; people-
who banish away my naked shame
and bid me frolic beneath the trees

oh; people-
who make me contort and mourn
and laugh so hard i contort the more

oh; people-
who dominate my thoughts when absence abounds
and sight or sound of whom precious jewels are like

oh; people-
who break me and teach me
and mold, form, muse me
and without which would destroy me
or, at least, decreate me


oh; people-

i cannot contain

how much of my world

you mean

you make

and how so little else matters