Off in the distance, always off in the distance
You’re not even going anywhere, but I still feel it as if you are
The oranges you throw to the land, the fires that still burn that spark like you but never kept it together like you
Slipping away as we spin away or towards or in space
We sit cut apart,
One watching over
One watching down below
Wondering how it can feel so cold when everything is on fire
Just missing a beat
Gazing down from behind a wall,
Eyes tired and worn like mine,
It becomes harder to hold the music and the logic in the same mold.
It runs through me differently I suppose it’s never the same
Will it reach,
Can you hear me?
How far must I travel for the warmth of you
And a day I can remember?
Elucidating Questions 
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