Far Sighted
The closer you stand before me
The more nebulous and obscure
You become
The delicious distance that defines
You and I
Has all but disappeared
Like the tinting of blood into milk
Pink, infectious, and uninviting
Articulate space, once in abundance
Now traded as a luxury
I refuse to see you for what
You so distinctly are
Molding you into
My expectations
How is it that we refuse to
Accept what each brings forth
When we so readily
Embrace the chasms of spirit
In so many others
You have no memory for pain
For better or worse
Again you draw closer to me
Even as I slighter
Slink
Slide
Surrender
Away
A stalwart in what should be
Ever evolving
Ever tinting
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