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Where I Want To Be

All of my steps can be counted with every pump
My breathing focuses with each thrust
My feet stretch towards the clouds
Like I could actually force my gravity to meld with every angel
I’ve ever felt
Head hung as if earth, sky, and my body in one vertical moment -became in sinc
Before I returned to horizontal
When all effort has been exhausted – I slowly turn towards my home
The sweet smell of papyrus
Ready for that journey it has always taken me on
Never a different road or mood
Never late or sick
Moody or feeling the need to increase its rate
Yes it is comfortable in its weight and gorgeous in its auditory silence
Yet, in my travels with you everything is just the right volume, just the right way
Because, here, nothing can be altered nor adjusted. It is pure perfection.