for once do not start with me you begin
i hear your voice rise like a child's
i know i will listen
i do not keep you for your shape as you follow like a powdery shadow
you keep me safe on the lip of your boundary the closer stranger is you
sometimes you are two often you are me we speak on fridays when
the lemony fishes swim to the pulpit above
basic misery veils the trail to the floor
one on top of the other(what a bother) like an escalator missing steps
groans as one tries so one goes on trying on
i try you on me you never fit so i seek more of you
smaller substance despite my own shrinkage
in my dream you are mangled with a hook in your cheek your thumbs are as taut and white as your love
i want to plunge instead i let water into the bath for an hour no plug
the tiger-eye is my third one figuring out the light outside of me
through to the black that lines my skull
i swing between thoughts
the mystery of knowing is a flag
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