oar or ore

the map bumps and waves

with ridges that aren’t mountains

just the suffering swelling from the beginning

with water ready  to wet the world in burning

like a fire in winter

or the one at the top  of the snowy peak

that keeps me alive

fingers footing a path

after i’ve lost my way back

in order to lose my way forward

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heart,

pour

but do not collapse

for you do not take any shape

just my own

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and did you think

we could go on

like two colluding clouds

trying to swallow the sun

the sky

but rather becoming rain

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did you cheat

or did i cheat on you

by letting you cheat on me

and allowing myself to ask or