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Sacred Polarities.

Fall away
like dried leaves,
drop like dead flies,
burn up like a meteor
in my thick atmosphere.

Slip in, burn up,
burnt out bright
and lively my loves,

now die.

Drift into shadows
of epic light displays,
sparks I hold close
to the cockles.

You were all just
elaborations on a prototype,
my subliminal phantom girl.

Sometimes I fear
all I was really after
was me and it was just
a matter for finding
the right one to reflect
a part of me I could never be,
never see directly.

My sacred polarities,
changing with me, transmuting
all that lies
between, lessoning our proximity
until I am all of me.


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