My pursuit of pairing crawls along
Slowly looking for someplace to belong
Or at least to comfortably rest
(I find such barely-binding terms bode best),
But rest, unlike crawling, cannot last for long.
The only permanent presence is change.
At first, I crawl into a cocoon,
A mind-washing self-wrap of belief that you
Are nobody and nowhere or at least out of the room.
Then I emerge, unburdened by your weight, to test my wings.
Life's colors play upon me different when I'm free again.
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