Incantations from a distant glow.
Playing fetch with glory,
Never knowing the whole story.
My eyes are dry, tired,
Please save me the warmth of your skin.
These days are like countless hills.
Reaching your summits,
Climbing over my mental factories,
To see you in real time,
To feel your body-sublime,
I'm a cat pawing at shadows half the time.
The other half wishing all clocks...
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