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That aching longing, that connection,
your skin feeling to tight, like electricity must feel sliding along itself,
a little kid poised on the edge of his seat with his hand raised,
a race car driver watching that red light change,
an actor gathering his character to spill its contents onstage,
it’s a there, it’s a thing, an attitude, a possession, a need, a want, a depression,
something you can’t stop but s’not always there,
a reaching,
like the heights you reach in a really powerful song, or performance, or passage, or pause,

a rest that is anything but rest,
the opposite of that moment before death,
the attachment that can only be a thread of life actually living,
or at least wanting to live,
a leashed dog wanting to chase that cat,
a kitten wiggling its butt,
a baby staring at her first written word,
its pathetic, its draining,
it makes you spin in the rain, it makes you wish you weren’t sitting at home,
its random, its full and empty at the same time,
it’s a candle flickering into life,
it’s holding your breath right before crash,
taking your first breath after a *00m dash,
thinking you can fly,
belieiving in a god,
writing your own wedding vows,
watching her taxi disappear around a corner,
realizing you’ve realized a dream has died, or a child,
knowing someone somewhere is…
it’s maybes.
a world or maybes.

its some mad crazy writer grasping at analogies
to try and show, describe, dammit explain what is truly felt,
the fleetest of meanings to try and express something that can only be
lived.