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Boundless

Let’s go my little paradise,

My little heart attack—

The city is unwinding.

Roots are busting through

Concrete. Soon, it will no

Longer be the epoch of racing

In circles. There’ll be no more

Sleeping in the Xerox machine.

All those disposable hours

Where we sat around wondering

How many times you could

Tell someone that you loved

Them before they’d explode

Instead of leaning into

Their warmth & actually saying

It. Soon, no one will want unlimited

Texts because it will be known—

This here right now, this,

Exactly what you mean—

Is brought to you by

Every second that happens

Hereafter & how the sunrise

Holds your closed eyes.

Any time is the best time

For us to go. Please, hold my hand.

It is such a pleasure to be

Not dead & walking through

This place with you.