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| An Inner love | inwordly embraced | |
| as I sleep | not slip | |
| falling | not fallen | |
| in the first image | not mirage | |
| I remember | drowning in | |
| the quagmire | of your escape | |
| that pulled me in to your illusion | ||
| perverting | not pervading | |
| every rest thick | as sand and deeper | |
| than the waters | you are and | |
| the love yous | you were, are, nothing | |
| more, because | more and more yours | |
| became mine | in airs no thicker than . . . | |
--- Chris Custer