Mitchell Alexander Poems

I wish I could keep my window open.
Life, wistfully wishful, dances daintily of rooftops,
and I once took part in the revel.
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We resolve in a finite spectrum.
Collapse a function to a frequency.
We hold hands we never touch
and there is enough space between
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Indulge my sensual realm;
this peculiar idea called living.
It may process in the mind;
it tingles everywhere but.
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It’s the loneliness of sharing
a sun lit field with no one,
with a winters warmth scorching
my face and freezing my stomach.
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