Step by step, I walk away from time.
Each individual day is my occasion
for speaking.
But I am the mouse who
hides in the radius
mesmerized by your looseness
and our connection,
the lines we simultaneously
draw in diameters
of our circles.
and if I and I are united, I clench
and you see.
Day to days, before I whisper,
I am released from your majesty,
quiver into my open boxes of chance
and seek the era as perfect success.
I ache for the days
of infinitesimal circles.
And when that day is next,
I can no longer say
I am voiceless.
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