To
stretch out now among your reading lamps
To
feel things no longer the equal of your water
Seventy
years north of here or somewhere just
Like
that sometime sweet and screaming inside
My
chest when you sweep this empty room
Clean
of all its feathers when you say adore
My
choices and abhor me take the sugary treat
Have the surgery charged with splicing day
Have the surgery charged with splicing day
To day
you say you're the magician and any
Number
of others under a sweeping bridge
A
wonder of Victorian engineering you say
All
morning aquiver at your call O look dear
I
say see the field of syllables blindly dancing
See the curious moments fresh and green Author Reading
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