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Love Lifted Me

I’m in such a state of
flux, unable to focus,
and this literally float
ing above the surface,

over whatever floor or
sidewalk I am gliding
over, that when I look
down I almost catch a

glimpse of the top of
my head as it basic
ally aimlessly floats
over the rest of my

semi-transparent
self as the body I
look down upon
commingles with

the automobile ex
haust, the fog and
the bodies that are
less transient than

mine. Me? Where
I’m going I cannot
tell. Always some
where. But this

destinationless
place that I’m
always moving
toward yet at

which, at which,
where, I’m not,
I’m never arr
iving, to where

am I going,
Where are
you going?!
all of my

everything
asks, think
ing SCREAM,
wanting KICK

HIM! And the
ghost responds
by gliding faster,
more aimlessly.