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Distance



It acts like a thaw,
you had claimed
more time apart
nurtures the left brain,
alone, you are creative
and silent
and mildly explosive
distance aggravates
the intensity
of togetherness,
once we are together, again
the rawness is prophetic
(another of your philosophic rant)
do I buy this argument?
it so much depends on how
many choices
or philosophical reasoning I have
in rejecting,
considering that it is you
who brings meaning to my innuendos
who measures distance?
Is it the physical realm
or geographical?
two people at loggerheads
are also metaphorically distant
people at peace, living together
can also trigger
the creative spunk
of the left brain
whether you are here
or far
the distance is dysfunctional to me
my love for you
doesn't need metaphors
or stubborn rationality




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