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I hear your cries
from far away, your
needs are not unusual
in any way, you rant
and rave and pretend
to propound, but seriously
is your mind still sound?
No worry. Be happy. An
old prophet sang, for you
and for me, and for all
who need to be found.

When curves and slurs
get in your way
Answers come too slowly

There's not enough time
or ever enough rhyme
to make it go over smoothly

The jokes and the coax
are taking their positions
You have no rights to transition

If you question the change
Or talk of the exchange
You're due for the ultimate inquisition

For your determination
grants you no favor
When you're put on the spot

And you better come up
with an answer
whether you have one or not

you left
and suddenly i realised
why we started naming storms
after people.

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

It's an alright guise
It helped me win a prize
Pay no attention to my size
Just ask if I am wise

So quick of you to advise
Before I can apprise
You stand to watch me rise
After I have been abscised

Perhaps you will baptize
And hope to capsize
All that I chastise
And all that I cognize

This poem I comprised
Of all that you demised
All that you despised
And all that you devised

Why do you always demonize
Just to get a word in edgewise
If you truly wish to excise me
Why not just Graecize me

I Watch the moon rise
I reprise and revise
I get streetwise
And I stylize