Whole
days waste their fuzzy unfocused lives
At
the doorstep of your breezy nonchalance
Whole
days languish in a sort of linear nostalgia
Tonight
the shadow-shot air whispers snowily
Where
shall I stand so as not to catch a chill
Tonight
stars terrify me so do naked light bulbs
Listen!
I can feel you flickering in my skull
A
disqualified emotion neither a something
Nor
a nothing you are a glacial fire dying out
I
am talking about the invisible of the visible
About
your moist lips parting for a word
Not
about the desolation of ardor or the future
Of
privation but about seeing your white teeth
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