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  • hear these sounds as I write them.

    there's a little live link in the midst of us,

    a lightening quick passing blink,

    a knowing before you can think,

    a place that was never ours to stray from.

    But in this, the skin shredding lost deliberation days

    when I lapse and decide to extinguish


    while my tasks teeter and passions peter

    breathe, (you) in

    (Sky) water--rennaiscent, returns, in ever circle, i follow.

    so rushhhh. here?

    at one point, our kinships were clear;

    the shekels marked time from each box, according

    and unfake blood congealed like axle grease

    between two sides of one high carted load.

    forgetting because of seeing it so,

    around penitentiary bars, the edge of what was

    explained to be legislation or feeble prayer wheels.

    no consolation that you came and touched me,

    nor spoke frivolously, indicating hilltop's chapel lawn.

    all the good deeds that made up your mind

    every ill which besieged mine, croaked Krock!

    a pall as the lights went down to nill, again.

    but this is where we meet to reclaim; to be clan

    you are thinking, you are thinking, you are though, I

    ah, no, not at all and we'll disabuse that now.

    little symbols that are the work of bright willing, now

    inside of you as me and this was done before. done neatly.

    it is only my fallen hate, my sordid fear undraped, a full reliquary

    vanquished, that we might surrender and read thus captive to all

    incomprehensible rakish fate.

    do you know that another dimension looks like what is not where you are?

    that each point is manifestly connected and becomes singular, totality?

    nor does it matter. truly, gold hidden everywhere in plain sight.

    the chemistry of these mercurial terms has never been obscure

    un-ask, un-try, lower your self, lift your sex, you are endlessly centered and full.

    so it comes to be, ineluctably, said from sallow lips and frigid finger tips,

    a dancers frozen poise, cracking smile shards into gulf of your heart

    no more prior diction. swift hands in the water conveying us

    through jubilance, to reach each other in the damp mother tongue

    reflecting firestorm ambitions to the black blanket of never-was

    we, twine, and dissipate, because.
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