my self it calls itself as such
making way alone, untouched
just fleeting joy when she creates
predictable, a single's fate

then my other comes, falters on fissures
languidly warms, fulfills heart's wishes

yet seeping comfort into space
where always open, felt nothing save
now pricks with pain at such expanse
for place to love must be enhanced

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one thing is branching into many

forks and splays without me ready

how must I ever learn to sew

my love into some kind of show

to rain upon the crowd of truth

that unlike my heart, the mouth: uncouth

there’s a simmer that will not rhyme

or ever change with passing time

but when it’s thick and hot I feel

that sticky comfort of what’s real

wriggling the atmosp...

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Why is sweetness doing wrong

Why eyes that make the day seem long

Satisfied, bound, no longer free

Absorbed by a face, pure poetry

Why words that stay and overcome

Why no punctuation, overrun

The current and the wave are one

Unfurled, unbothered, I’m undone

Why velvetness of such a dream

Why unfettered beauty, smudged but clean

A little wire taut, is mean

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