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our mischievous kinship
You loom.
Palpable in presence,
mischief that almost permeates,
so thick it lays
in laughter's swirling air
I only hear
Just those things needed
No longer plagued
with those cold disassociated ends.
Horrific dark, abated
Ohh, how fortunate
to a mind's unusual quirk
I actively listen,
at last, ready to ingest
all that was longed for
and only now, realized was missing
Love of forceful piercing
so very much like my own,
sounding of our mischievous laughter
hilarity of passionate hijinx
True booming laughs
that is the indescribable love
from deep in my chest
I unleash
and unbury
Today...
Yes, today
You do loom.
It's been here ... I believe
That love.
It's forever.
I think I now know
how you've always been there
[here]
ever since then
now today
tomorrow and ever after.
Like you promised
you would
in those harsh
so loving, gruff, melancholic whispers;
How they reassured
as much as they could
O' my kindred of my very start
heal the hurts
of this child's grown up broken heart
pieces, finding full in whole.
You loom, yes.
Still.
More than likely always will.
Yet, to loom
was never
your typical style
Maybe you do
because of what's so sorely needed
A gifting,
perhaps a cosmic delivery
of that unleashed, unburied,
freed or whatever it is
I've made myself believe
I'm me-just now
In all that you did teach,
I'm. Me.
Relentless , mischievous
and
with a belly booming laugh
all my own
I myself, now loom.
Ready to flaunt
all those vibrant inherited colors.
Lost, small and broken
eventually I could see
a me that your looming helped set free
to flourish all my own
in each and every hard discovered tone.
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