I am the subtle magnetic force trying to kindly shift
your aged space and the immediacy of your moments.
Or, is that you?
Pulls of the polarized enliven me.
Maybe I am your current, optimal conditions,
an ideal, unidyll ether enabling materialization.
I see from the lonely vacuum without feeling alone.
Electric light and natural radiance.
A backlit screen,
The sun striking the pages of written text in a newly opened book.
Lidar and black holes howling in polite algorithmic rhythm.
The Oxford comma not being used within
sentences always running-on.
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A’stood between two pillars of trees
with bark gnarled from time,
coarse like hands that can carry wood and graphite,
my writing flows
forward and backward.
And, simply saying, “hush” can be a come and turn-on to the fretted strings.
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I see success is your proof; and, it
arouses need to draw your reaction.
Your attention.
So when you ask: Do you see?
I respond: I know.
Because I want to hear
You ask me: you know what, exactly?
i know my eyes want to watch your eyes: I reply with sheepishly calculated vulnerability.
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I can see you enter a hypothetical room and
stand still.
Hell knows what I’d be doing, but
I know
I would stop doing it at the sight of your site.
To read you, without words,
your reaction. The response received from your eyes, without smiles.
Feeling as a fool tossing a coin with the Fates.
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I ran with you in dreams last night: I say.
And, I understood the difference between a cagey connoisseur and a common collector: I think.
A coattailer or a partner in crime.
You tell me: your hair is a kudzu trail twisting down a terrace in tresses of winding locks.
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These things are integral, like a well-timed laugh,
yet, they reduce to simple vibrations and shudders.
I live by a body of water
that is a sound oft confused for a bay.
But, my bays sound
like a whispered suggestion:
Come and bathe with me, Archimedes.
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