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IF THIS WAS TRUE Seldom do I fly, Seldom do I seek, Seldom do I preach to those who can not speak, Shall it be true? A seldom soul I am, Belonging to no home, Crying for no land, If this was true, Tie me to a string, Bring me to a place where I am free to sing, Tie me to a rock, so I cannot leave, Bring me a heart which I can conceive, Seldom, no more, Put seldom to rest, Kill the “seldom” feeling, And hope for the best.

Everything about you draws me closer I’m being pulled in by your sirens song I’m trying to maintain my composure But I can’t lie, faking it feels so wrong Thoughts of being together haunt my thoughts Hope comes so seldom, always vanishing Leaving me broken, my eyes empty slots Afraid of love I might be banishing But you’ve come back into my life again My soul overflows with intense longing Thoughts of what’s to come not what could have been But I bring a risk that you find daunting Roads less travelled carry uncertainty But you’re in this with me, you’re not alone We’re hand in hand in our

I’ve mandated myself to take seldom breaths in order to savor the smell. The prickly sensation and matching, colorful imagery overwhelms me. Slow, controlled, analyzed movement allows for full appreciation for this divine citrus sphere as I reach to pretentiously pluck it. I tug on the twig. My spine chills with dopamine, released from the branch’s satisfying recoil. Daily, for decades, I had faultlessly picked perfection from Mother Nature’s splintery altar. For decades, I felt completely whole; self actualized, even. My calling to love the fruit was unjustifiably strange, but at no time did I think to second guess it. Now