it appears that with each step towards
the obsessions I hold, the same feet
set distance between us
driving the divide
canning thoughts which transpired
of bridging potentiality
I'll keep up my fences
none may pass where it be guarded
Then, my hands would engulf yours
rough calluses walking
against your softer grains
untempered and natural
Now, it appears I am to blame
for the wedges betwixt us
paces further, you toward
I may not walk your plains again
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