I see now how the very concept of you
Builds up from a movement of air and light
Which never entirely touches the ground
Though it used to be something concrete
Flesh and blood hands and feet
When I try to take you in
Something always holds back in me
My overwhelming only reaches so far
Though you are never harsh or pushy
When I'm not ready to receive you
But I can already sense a little
How you have entered me
Like a ship to the harbor
With your cargo of forever
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