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As far as things go
As far as you want them
As far as you can see
As far as you can walk without falling and failing to get up
As far as things go.
Pale blue tonic,
You and your eye lids,
Your mouth full of saliva and honesty.
Your face wore a red dress, I am not a poet.
I could hear the feral cat in you growl, whine, whimper.
Frustration overcame me and I wiped you away like an image drawn in chalk.
Feeling numb and irrelevant keeps you going, coming,
And going again
Like the moon you see sometimes laughing with you,
Sometimes chiding you,
Sometimes grinning with mouths of teeth to pierce you.
We are our animal decay,
Our human reason
And our divine compassion.