TheFeatheredSleep – To be free
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Again the telephone rings
Shrill and haunting
I would rip you from the wall
Hurl you where I could not retrieve
And break every electronic component
If it meant
I could not be found
Always I have desired to be found
Saved from emptiness
Saved from myself
And the loneliness that shouldn’t be inside
But remains despite this
And to spite me
And now when I am hunted
I turn inside like a wolf eating innards
The glove
Dropped in the pond on a cold day
The hand
Left to freeze without it
I want nothing of you
I want nothing of all of you
Except to be allowed to vanish
Except to be allowed to return
Another time
Not this time
Not now
But when I can finally see
That my loneliness is cured
That I am captured
That I am free.
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