She... XVII

She,

     I'm a growing proxy to... The tangible infinity, I anxiously chase chased her... Every second in between memories, Momentarily sick with indefinite voice impatient numbness' storm, Silently rebuked by the load that out-carries, Trying to move but I'm always nearly dying...

In lieu of...
Twisting poems,
About you're my everything,
Into tangents about; Me!
I never ways very...
Very brave.
jx