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These days

It is the light she seeks these days

Passing me over, not even a side glance

She walks towards the glistening until it tickles her face

When her gaze has moved from the dark

Her eye lids gently shut to transform the light into something less assaultive to her brain

She is awkwardly still, as if anticipating a warm embrace

she no longer tolerates from me these days

Perhaps I have become dull from what I seek

On rare occasions she invites me with a tug

Trying to drag my heavy body from the brine to see what she feels

An invitation I decline

It is not enlightenment I seek these days

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