i would travel this Earth,
these Planets,
this System/Solar,
these Spirals,
this Galaxy–
of all Time to You i will reach
if there be no way to crawl–
may these words, these thoughts, this
bleed upon paper/a sentencing
of unruly/broken sheets sprawled while in
quiet beg of You: Queen, Angel, Princess,
 Smile: Your response in silence to
a taking-breath pull of Gravity, mine: You.
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