—phrenic. —panic.

—phrenic. —panic.

Why do I desperately reach for you
Lips like Dead Sea,
Star-salt sprinkled on the wounds that are your eyes,
Why do i desperately reach for you,
When you are not exactly at arm’s length,
Left-brained, contusian canopy of color:
Every thought a tendril, from soil to sky—
Why do I desperately reach for you,
Mirrors do not reflect us anymore in their transparency,
Lake freer; ponder-free — empty of the yawn-swinging,
Powder swan in blue, white even ashes; why
Do I desperately reach for you? Hook. Line. Sinker.
I am not so miserable as to wait on storms, or…
Perhaps, I am, perhaps,
In my heart, deep within me, I desire a hurricane.

Deeply, deeply.

Why do I desperately reach for you,
Critical mass in the simulated chemistry, now;
Aftereffects and afterthoughts in the aftermath,

Deeply, deeply,
Why do i desperately reach for you?

Deeply, deeply. Why,
Lips like Red Sea;
Shimmer sprinkled on the stars that are your eyes,
Why do I, why do I,
Deeply, deeply…
Must I desperately reach for you;
Why.

— A. P.

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