your shock is a big dark dream-
words take you outward i have sin it.
sin it.
the position you occupy is one of
someplace.
you say poetry & i do.
where i am not
whittling you take the
pocket knife and pocket
it. deep in your warlock apron
twisting
on yr pitchfork.
i wouldn't put it
in the past you
held this walnut with
cc'd fingers
and cracked it til out came
fireworks
of tired trumpets.
we go upward on and in my
dreams you appear
entirely.
i hesitate to say that we
wouldn wouldn't would
i hesitate
too. say! we may be
two sides of the same
groin-
ze portcullis, la reine
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