Strange Weather

There are seconds between
            breadth and breaths
                     skin and sensation
              heart_beat &

              However you made the| cut
                      I insist you not give| up

Keep your trigger finger active as the tide
                   in strange weather,
                         we are never more alive
                            than in midst of each
                     other & the romantics weep
                        over stories kept unknown
                                    to them
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