Signal Flare

Signal flare to you who offered me a song when I was drowning in salt

I bear down onto you (trying not to apologize for the mortal sine-wave of having a body)

first your heart — then your mind — then your hands

pulled me close
touched me

not ignoring the smoke and fumes
not merely tolerating my crookedness

you are a verb

through the dead air distance
through the salt flat desert
through the airless void

hello human : mic clipping: signal flare

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