stability is suspect

stability is suspect
when the quiver of lips holds the
key
to the door of deep
valleys of desires
but then closer you get,
the diatances multiply and
engulf the arms,
the substance of sterile
longings becomes the chalk
with which you write
on black board of destiny

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