I need to pen
words that might ken
the feelings that possess me
when first i cross a threshing
excited or calm
heaven or bedlam
sweet or poison
this meat i must season
fast short steps
closer and closer
quick brief motions
nearer and nearer
soon the equilibrium
much sought after
now found hereafter
but only for a breath
which is soon taken
two fortnights no more
till i find my person
again at the threshing.
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