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one-thousand, one.

the folds and creases,
tracing every deft movement
of my hand, disassociating myself
from the action of -

   folding, bending, tucking, smoothing -

creating paper cranes,
plus one thousand,
it's believed the maker's
wishes shall come true.

one-thousand, seventy-six.

you still stay far away on
little island off the coast of
this seafaring town.
town visit have been kept to
    a minimum
since my altercation -
   no -

since my confession of
undying love, devotion,
admiration from afar. stars

and planetary bodies seem
closer, within reach as my
hand reaches out into the
expansive sky while outlines
of your form can barely make-out

through binocular, ocular
strains.
          i'm not stalking.

i just can't bear this staving of
sight, parting of bodies by physical bodies
that shouldn't be -
         my dear, a chance is all i ask!

one-thousand, one-hundred twenty-three.

creating paper cranes,
plus one thousand.
my hands feel of cramped
muscles; spasms shake-away.
breaths stay steady or
        heavy, (i can't make level-headed
observances correctly) -
creating paper cranes,
and nothing is coming true.

my tables, floors, windowsills,
bed, chaise lounge is engulfed by
these beautiful, holy creatures.
if only they would help me!

the pain, burning wish radiates
and my wish stays on the tip of my
lips, dangling from the corner of
my mouth, desperate for intangible
inner thoughts to form cohesive,
solid realities of at least

your gaze to cast upon this
spent form, blacken knees, clasped
hands from times spent praying
aloud or silently for a yearning to
be realized and existing in the now.

one-thousand, two-hundred something.
the thought briefly comes to pass
that this is not working.
you do not think of me.
do not desire me.
do not love me.

and i allow it to continue on,
refusing to believe anything but
what my hopeful heart knows
can transpire, can be, should be,
will be.

muscle spasms or no,
i just need to keep
folding, bending, tucking, smoothing.

one-thousand, three-hundred it-doesn't-matter.