SPOLVERASI
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I know exactly where you are,
and what you sigh, I know that too.
You trip at most that felling far.
The town’s as grand as I tale you.
Lamps out, your eyes no blanket hold.
Though furred, you share common tremors;
like pasts conform a single mould,
same futures will agree to stem us.
All-harking comrade, even now
each scribbled word does reeve your ear
as if your own it were, and vow
you friendship and accord career,
unruly to the rationale…
Isn’t it how love ’s bilateral? “To My Bear”
A step does not demand a shoe –
for self – in moving on,
but ’tis a harder enterprise,
once on, to take it off.
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