No more

No more
kissing the air and all the love that's in it
No more
hugging the earth for comforts viciously procured

Right now
warm air settles all around me
Right now
a haven's quilt enfolds me as one

I stand between
the finished and the incomplete
I stand within
perfect solace for their confusion

Started while residing on Comstock Pl. in Syracuse, NY; 1993 or 1994, aged 26 or 27.

Finished (…over with…)/complete, incomplete/not finished. The speaker stands not wholly within the “negative” connotations/ sides of either world/word.