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At one time, you were everything I wanted.
Then, I had very little.
Practically nothing.
The shadow of a memory of a dream.
Then, mysteriously, magically, I started getting more.
More everything.
More than I wanted, and deep deep down, I knew something important. But I ignored it.
Then there was that time -- too painfully bright to even look at in reflection.
Even the shadows in the memory-dream gleam with unearthly light.
And then there is now.
The great rollercoaster ride is over.
Also, during that time, in the middle -- then was when my head was turned upside-down by the thrills of the ride.
But, not then. Let's not think about middle-then. Now-then and early-then, that I know & can handle. Middle-then ... it is everyone's fear, at least everyone who lets self-doubt stroll about in their hearts. But ...
Early-then I yearned naively.
Now-then, with learned wisdom.
MIddle-then -- had I only let myself, just once, look deep deep down into that well, had I not been afraid of my own reflection (both of them), perhaps I could have saved myself from this froced memory blot of middle-then.
There are two directions this can go, as I see it.
One is: the memory-shadow fades (how is up to you).
Two is: the memory-shadow lengthens until it reaches what I call "maximum shadow length" -- where, stretched to the limit, the shadow ultimately pervades throughout.
So, either the shadow will grow, or else the sun will shine on the blotless mind.
Either way, I am still the prisoner -- held captive by the strings between our hearts.
Here is my plea:
Let loose gently,
Or,
Lead me in.