here you are, in my car
so perfectly yourself
so perfectly you
so perfectly
next to me at the wheel,
where I overlap her ghost
and have become
perfectly she.
freedom is indeed
a concise ache for it implies
nothingness & free fall,
driving with no brakes
through the black hole in the
sunset-bleed sky
into the darkening ocean.
I roam the world
over the cliff


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