The time is almost
when we will touch
when you will first
set eyes upon the open air.
The time is almost
when you will come
on a great swelling tide
to this room,
here by the goldfish
and the scattered letters,
to this room
its walls
its dispositions.
The time is almost
when the separate sea of your flesh
will meet with those who
conspired to make you.
The time is almost,
spring teases at the window and
earth is open to your anticipated
arrival.
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