I don’t
know who you are;
I’ve never heard
your name.
I see you in hallways,
in crowds
in empty space
on stages
under ground
over air
floating upon
a sea of misconceptions;
always silent enough
that you could hear a blackbird’s feather
drop like a hailstone.
always perfect.
you waft
eyes closed
inches above the ground,
your crystalline form
trampled upon
and run through.
you were seen
amongst others,
arrested by your disregard - of
them
then around you
formed an
impenetrable
vacuum of their
discontent,
a flock of
kingfishers
ready to dive from
their perch.
their eyes
glitter from within
the murk.
and when they'd
all left
and i finally stood
face to face with
you
all i could think to
say was
"i fucking love
love."
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