I’m Still Here

Art By: Tullius Heuer

There exists no quantifiable measure of attention

But had I yours I would store it in my marrow

That the essence of you would embellish

The essence of me, two held without division

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I watch your eyes enter trackless schools

Swimming between edifice and eventuality

Never do they stir the fathoms of my reflection

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I am not the one absent, the vampiric stowaway

Whose only inclination is scarlet

You are the sand without a requisite polish

The heat of passage and compression

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I have been cleaning and once I get obsessed I find it hard to shift gears

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