This poem explores the ambivalence and mixed emotions of a lost love. The speaker feels disconnected from their love, like they are separated by a vast empty space. They are afraid of the end of the relationship but also feel teased and targeted by their love. Traversing the uncharted path to reconnect seems impossible. They are left with only the memories of past intimacy and affection, now scattered and lost between them like static, as the relationship unravels into paradoxical undoing.
This poem explores the ambivalence and mixed emotions of a lost love. The speaker feels disconnected from their love, like they are separated by a vast empty space. They are afraid of the end of the relationship but also feel teased and targeted by their love. Traversing the uncharted path to reconnect seems impossible. They are left with only the memories of past intimacy and affection, now scattered and lost between them like static, as the relationship unravels into paradoxical undoing.
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This poem explores the ambivalence and mixed emotions of a lost love. The speaker feels disconnected from their love, like they are separated by a vast empty space. They are afraid of the end of the relationship but also feel teased and targeted by their love. Traversing the uncharted path to reconnect seems impossible. They are left with only the memories of past intimacy and affection, now scattered and lost between them like static, as the relationship unravels into paradoxical undoing.
This poem explores the ambivalence and mixed emotions of a lost love. The speaker feels disconnected from their love, like they are separated by a vast empty space. They are afraid of the end of the relationship but also feel teased and targeted by their love. Traversing the uncharted path to reconnect seems impossible. They are left with only the memories of past intimacy and affection, now scattered and lost between them like static, as the relationship unravels into paradoxical undoing.
a shadow of what once was. And well, looking out the spaces laid out, stretched to Nowhere Begets more of reaching startled, amused, afraid of the End’s giant Eyeball eyeballing now teasing its target, now pleading. I cannot traverse this unbeaten path to you. Like you, a wraith Over-dreaming, dead in the dead Votive candor of nights when Even stars fall in slivers of ice, a novel way of bridging Your pre-recorded voice and mine, lost scattered in the static in-between; we cannot Overstate this paradox, Undo what we did to each other.