i feel
a little like an oak
a swirl of you dance around me in a blustery whorl
i see you there
frantic for fear of falling
yet
falling nonetheless

my long barren arms shiver in the wind
a bit
then i settle my roots for a long cold night
as you
delight in being the visual representation of chaos

i am so weary from your constant motion

you never take time to
b
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e
a
t
h
e
~