not quite

how do fear and loathing and regret;

paintings of memory in weary heads,

cause quick-sand feet, molten-lava legs?

no I do not desire an answer from Logic

just acknowledge I am not quite okay here today.

and don’t say a word, just carry me quickly;

when retrospect finds us we’ll have won anyway. 

I am not her yet, but with your help I will be

and in meantimes we trust that we know how to love.

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