up all night

rest-less

under this

weight

of waiting;

blank space panting,

breaking open,

into:

liquid line of wanting,

chanting

down the

window.

it’s a beautiful view.

it’s a painting

steeping,

tired of stepping

lightly;

ready for marching,

pistons shaking—

it’s there

for the taking.

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