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Natural Purposes


Little does it matter
what stars will fall 
or how far we have to go.
An orbit.
 
I look to space stations
and bemoan my own station.
Shake my head at my own shaking head.
Wake up alone.
 
Yo.
 
Notions of holding hands
leave me counting fingers and toes.
Counting the hairs on my arms.
Not that anyone knows.
 
Natural purposes
give me assurances
for a whole lot of free fall.
It cost me some currencies.
 
Nothing is free
as I free fall.
Ground before me growing.
No time for knowing.
 
Splat.
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