By the guppy
Date: 26 June 2000
stepping back from the storm
she weighed me by the ounce
i pounced and fought with myself
about whether i could be that which she measured me up to
i was all grins
happy to be of service
happy to be debating such futility
happy to be the one that was found
and not the one that was stumbled upon
there was chaos in her night noises
i was calm
i always seem to be
providing the eye to the tempest
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