or a shake,
but a snarl,
don't mistake,
my intent,
not incensed,
just a dream,
the advent:
someone stirred
some, it cured,
like a mixture
like a word.
Besotting me,
re-potting fees,
re-plant from
former libertrees-
Don't you know,
a silent show,
to best applaud,
you simply glow.
You mustn't let
a single soul
drown the trumpets
your whispers stole.
Not scared of heights,
or tendre sights,
the tambre's wild,
in your eye's lights.
Not a quip,
or a sip,
from a spoon,
from the tip.
But instead
from my head,
deafened kind,
what you said
"hello"
plunge,
sink,
submerge,
submurder,
deeper, deepest
back of my eyes,
bullet train to the back of my head.
remember those glances forever.
do it.
I try not to.
to run.
to not run.
to forget and ninja-scurry
to the past, lost, loved loves.
to eat the present moment
like sweets-
to digest and move on,
like sweets-
but this isn't food.
it isn't consumption
it's irrigation,
the metal age,
agriculture,
government
you're building a world on the slanty insides of my skull.
So I say again
"hello"
hope it's as loud:
shattering,
shuddering,
stuttering,
muttering.
You make me speak bad english.
So just remember that when
we meet at the embassy.
I have documents to translate.
and it's growing dark, late.
My coat is just so (to here)
and just so (to there).
But there are places to hide and speak.
at the end of this stanza,
turn away and count to ten.
out loud.
then imagine asking me
the pivotal.
the next.
the true.
and when you turn back,
the end will speak to you.
**********************
I gave a sigh;
that's a thing you give --
when all that's left,
you leave to live.
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