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when one does the pursuing

the things i've seen

things like cold demons
that are my lovers, my sights
unseen but with closed eyes

things that crawl up my leg
and wrap themselves around my past

these things
these things i've seen were always there

always like something else
billowing above our wants

watching over us like so much silence
waiting like so much undone still

i guess this is what happens
when one does the pursuing
and you're like catnip to me

the things i've seen
these things have never come to pass

like the stations in life
or underground, hurling along

we will wait and do as were told
at least until our lips meet
like that one time outside the door

the things i've seen

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