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Just A Thought

By Bason  Di-ay

last night... 

I thought we flew 

through a storm 

and had been swallowed

I watched both of us

spinning in 

between dreams.

Athrill with unborn joy, 

entranced with

unfelt-touch

I compared

your hazy face 

with the picture

on my window...

Should we fly

to the periphery

of this world

and be racked with

self-reproach? 

I'm grappling 

with words 

swindled with 

sighs and ardor

I wanted more.

But a thought

is just a thought.