new sea sailing
these almost-formed boundaries rise up from within my text-flesh as mantras repeatable remember-able and risky raising the bar for future affections these almost-formed boundaries are becoming a map to decision making a calculator making sense of desire a protractor heart a soul compass i set sail with ballast bravura bending all the rules rapids cannot hold me back un-sinkable a sea creature a siren a sentry at the gates of love
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