if i knew enough i would write a poem about you in world cup metaphors 

but i am not knowledgeable

here are my words that you might never have understood

thoughts and feelings that don't add up to much but spill       projectile

because they're there and i want to write something        i want to speak

counting leaves me leafless yet the year has passed from one hand

to the other       from one foot to the next

how your distance became nearness in the distance astounds me

suddenly we were two eggs together

like twins born eight years apart       i would have loved to make you laugh

the way i have seen you do       touching my mind when

you did       freeing you for its moment       you carrying carrying all the time

carrying even when you put down

even when you were light you were bearing such

heavy gifts       five at the mountain       to the knowledge of a world i still do not know

shadows in corridors and you on a bridge in a yellow tee your eyes running

everywhere       everywhere

my clichés vie for first place

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