between the tiny shards of light, broken
by stretching blades of grass.
That final breath between fading
and disappearing escaped my
lungs with a cruel sense of
uncertainty, and all I wanted
was found and all I cared about was
preparing for revolution.
Slowly, your eyelashes part a
red sea of sleep and amidst the
fuzz you found me, always here,
parting my sea, meeting you in
the crater, the ocean floor, the
deepest point of existence, ready
to be swept away.
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