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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