amblestrophe

Quick to laugh and listening wondering who to, someone knowing, lip spliter, to thread a needle, dive for pearls, speak a line that blows behind curtains, and have some sort a sense that the more given the more that comes back, all about bad math, looking for a who that will answer in the death of the afternoon, at the still point before the light starts to make up its mind, and throw back on the swords and leak off the plank.



I got a voice, see... I got this too, this ball to throw; the wind hasn’t been good at returning; only scouring away dry, a winnowing clean. I…how’s that again? I got diamonds in my eyes and all down my cheaks—but you know, sparkles, over the surface, heard the whispering at the drain--some thirst. Got no more than any, none of us, so far as I’ve seen, a few locked chests tight, some butterflies. What, in naming? That would, would lead to duplicates, then how’d we know what's born free—yeah. As free as what’ll fit in a pocket and get swept up when alls gone by, gone home, glued to streetlamps.



So, you were only drawing water, just the other side of the hill. See any toads? I know. Woods, you told me. What you come across? Learned to hold your breath. I am. Till you smile. To call you near…no. My hands they got a way of bruising things. It’s the grip they tell me. What say you to that? Not minding? You’d left dirt, walked across it, infused it with a warm meander which I, my muscles, not me, took up, and spread over the roofs. Stay you where? Oh. There. Then. What’s the use of waiting, if you’d never really gone. Just like bees humming, the blue over rocks—yeah. Humm over me wet in a net too big to cast.



And it sounds—this has nothing to do with you—the sounding impossible. Nothing impossible, that’s what's taught, taught to you too though right? Heard of it maybe? Learn while they flipped cards, impossible, possible, likely, more than likely, and what’s left? Did you ever, I imagine you must have, what we’ve got in common, how we knew each other that first time… from that gasp--thinking impossible had nothing to do with us? But that's not a question--just a smile, with color, like sparks off a cable car, like embers spewn up out a coal chug flit up a black plume… we float.



We are this I will have you know, dancers till it changes, and strangers to them before and can’t fit into their rooms with their powders and folios and we don’t give a dot. I know you by your appetite when it’s quiet--one might think it's something like the way death... We turn like cutting a mountain with a wink, or what ever you can think bigger, the sky, what’s that? the universe? Anything more? Well I’ve got it here, I do, and so you. In the din, the shining, the bells whistles and bops, stride after stride, double u after double u, looked at, as an ant might, but m’s from the other way up—m after m after m, like saying mmmm in deep long pleasure across the surface.



You are the needle I the thread. It's my lip you open and call red. And I will dive into your center, looking same as being, into and about--earth, all earth, up and from and to--floating mmmmm.



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