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Coming and Going
Coming and Going
I met myself
Coming
And going
Like a hit
And run
Disaster.
It's hard
To know
What you're
Going through
Until,
Sometimes,
Way after.
I saw myself
In the way
She was,
A firehose
Of reeling,
A bell
That rang
Itself aloud
And carried on
Its peeling.
What really
Sent me
Over the edge
And had me
Coming
And going
Was how
She kept
That steady
Flow
Of speaking
As she's
Knowing.
Thought
And feeling
Avalanched
And buried me
Alive,
And the more
I asked her
Everything
The deeper
Then
She'd dive.
I met myself
Coming
And going
Like a hit
And run
Disaster.
It's hard
To know
What you're
Going through
Until,
Sometimes,
Way after.
I saw myself
In the way
She was,
A firehose
Of reeling,
A bell
That rang
Itself aloud
And carried on
Its peeling.
What really
Sent me
Over the edge
And had me
Coming
And going
Was how
She kept
That steady
Flow
Of speaking
As she's
Knowing.
Thought
And feeling
Avalanched
And buried me
Alive,
And the more
I asked her
Everything
The deeper
Then
She'd dive.
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