questions, questions

in pursuit of such simple pleasures–
in search of such gentle crudeness,
the primeval soul-probe which sole survives time
with neither predecessor nor progeny
i am closing my eyes now,
and taking a breath
and falling,
for want of the kiss–

and will you catch me now?

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