Adventurer

I correspond solely to the shell of you

with vague glimples of sand

kept in you to mature, given.

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I am in-waiting.

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It doesn't surprise you, the sundering

The unspoken rule of separation

we co-authored against the illusion

of closeness

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Clearly mistaken,

I hope for the Minotaur's escape, crumbs

and granules that may lead me

to the unlit guts of you

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Walnut and mint green chairs,

you populate my tangled dreams

with changing versions of your persona.

Be fearless, lost on immense shores,

for —adventurer— I forever come to pick you.