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[proximoception]

1: Together on the street that night
We ran out past the latest light
To see where we could go;

But what I witnessed in the dark
Was not quite there enough to mark
A memory, and so

I came to doubt it ever was,
Which killed all hope - the way doubt does,
Though hope, doubt seem the same;

But knowing, as I know, it's not
Has pushed it deeper in my thought,
Down deep as any shame,

Until my every reverie
Awakens this same pain in me
And longing with it brings -

To see what I had tried to see?
No, but once more be the me
Who'd try to see such things.


2: Leaning against the edge of life,
Though beautiful, is death, and I
Forego to do it more -

Straining for that stone past cost,
Reaching back for something lost,
Wishing yourself sore.

Here, unnumbered stones pile up,
Oxygen fills every cup,
Skies new waters pour.