And when the long awaited
Moment of confession comes
It brings with it
Not the long awaited
Release
The walking into the sea
With open arms
But another gathering
Another tying up of knots
As if
So much intimacy
So much openness
Is unbearable
(Mostly just unaccustomed,
And thus less than comfortable,
But for a moment,
overwhelmingly unbearable )
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