And what if I
always
remember
I am a

magnificent
being
forgetting
each moment

We are at
the dissemination point
when all things are knowable
by everyone
and no one knows
what to do now
without edge
on which
to orient

Well, non-readers
would be more
less-poetic
While wrapping
my gift
around their heads
looking, of course,
the other way
taken
to be sold off
as lichens

we've errored
in jungles
best forgotten
that distance
do not quiet
these found songs
still talking
while you
keep squawking
and I don't know
what is aloud

I will sleep
and wake up
on Christmas day

this space for rent

I would write more
but you scare me
I'm not as
[something]
as you
I just don't
know for sure
what
Not as rhythmic
mebbe
I don't even
Not as run up
on something
as you
Not as in
denial
Not as
Knotted
Just not
absent here
as you
leaning back

I worry about you
between art
and ****** armistice
where beauty
leaves us

Where beauty leaves
me
again I haven't
measured up
so stop

Arriving on top
of me
a fearful thought
named
you