Like air craves
a container
I would like to be held

Like soda canned
I would like to spill
not just rush
but slow molecule slide
of forever distance
nothing planned

Sadly solid I simply ask
where goes the unsaid?

Silence might like to say
What did you mean?
but it only hangs in the air
Dew at which we marvel
too rushed to comprehend

Physics’ limitations
so stark

It can’t be
just this

Please let it be
something

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