put pen to the empty message inside the Fortune Cookie

I cache inside you and you don’t feel the buffering.
I delight in this secret, retrogressed voyeurism.
I am convinced of your journey in our inevitable…
Which is how I manage to circumvent time, fleetingly.
Savoring that one day, you will discover that I am already dreaming of you.
But how will you identify?
Will it be vis major?
Most of the time, I am dizzy from whirling half saved.
One hand waving about, jutting out of the warmer shadows.
Perhaps it’s time to awaken?


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