Stuck

you are my phantom man
I carry you in the packet of my soul
which although sometimes exhausted
it still
doesn’t want you to go

you breathe my air
I taste you in the water I drink
and like a beam of light
you reside in my sight
transmuting my tears into a rainbow

I’m stuck
tethered in meadows of green clover
jammed voluntarily
though bereft of the ability to choose
I wait untouched

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