My love has gone out of focus
Is round and smeared
Like a bar of soap with a spider frozen in it
My love has gone out of hearing
Is slurred in the wet rushed roar of blood
crashing against hearts
Is crushed in distortion car speakers
the crunch of food
the whistling world
And the din of morning sadness
My love has gone out of reach
And cannot be touched the same way twice
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