it’s a fleeting sensation
with intensity of an intolerable push and pull
unrelenting insecurity masked by unquestionable certainty
swimming in a whirlpool with an invisible drain
my senses cannot detect a certain level of affection
the mechanisms in place to repel almost certain emotion
divert wandering sensory experiences toward cliffs
above rocky crags of reality
and back away at the prospect of possible collision, embodiment of the two
the layer of subcutaneous earth
despises the potential for fracking the intimate layers of history
lying securely fashioned under the exterior, protecting the vulnerable
valuable layer of depth and meaning
that the universe purposely buried
through a series of meaningless and devastating collisions
between soft and hard, then and now
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