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I suppose we've all endeavored

at some point or another

to sever our ties with the weather;

to eclipse our hearts

from the sunrise

...but also the sunset.

Deprivation's duality is always sweet

at, at least, one end.

I remember the pleas

of the naïve dawn,

for us to stop our emaciation,

the way we starved ourselves into the night

merely to wake freed and amazed

at what we didn't need.

Years ago, you turned from this clarity

but I still delve into the apophatic.

And I envision myself skinny like a branch

that bends just to bear fruit,

so that I may shed

the extraneous panic.