there is a version
of myself
of us , of me and you,
that waits for times
of dimly lit quiet,
A place somewhere
Versus and them,
Of all the world
Imaginary dinosaurs,
In pittar patter,
& hatched escape plans,
a tight and gentle holding
of accomplishment,
like being warm
and still hours away,
a silence that we create
together,
more than any answer
more than any one thing
between all the conflict
every beautiful thing.
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