There is no logic to the way I feel
No sense
Nor sensibility
I have imagined so many
Across a spans long gone
All who called to me
on a level only I felt
None of whom projected
what I thought I perceived
And I could let the darkness back in
Tread on the glass, drink the fear
but I am bathed with light
The shining realisation
that he will materialise one day
and reconnect to my soul
make sense of the world
and accept me wholly, gratefully
Lucid thoughts
packed away
compacted.
He will find me.
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