The sky spins overhead

and I think –

is this love?


For I am fairly sure

I have never experienced



I do not struggle

to breathe

The world – does not stop.

I do not fold – or fall –

I do

not forget and


the ability to speak –

I do not fall mute with shock

at such beauty.


I –

I feel sick, mainly.




Is that it?

– is that – all it –



I wonder

if you are not allowed to love

until you have lived the purgatory.


I wonder

if that’s all it is.

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