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Colm Feb 2021
Don't step to me or dance in bare feet
Climbing ladders to try and see my eyes
Or mountains to find some semblance of my breeze

I'm taller than you, but not by birth
Or by choice or selective meanings, no

My style is tall and trim and sleek
Sharper than steel and whetstone combined

"Where" ask, you've been seized?

I am the stars you cannot keep
The ocean sands you could not settle
And no such gift is equal to mind

This is me (in step)
Colm Feb 2021
Sometimes feeling
Like a flower unfolding

Open to any passing bee
Overcaring and all giving of pollen
Of any wanting or for wanters flying by

I avail myself
Until I am tired and empty
Colm Feb 2021
When my channeled radiowaves groove
and reach your ears like LEDs
(and in mind's eye explode)
with colorful remnants of unimposing
ultra all-knowing, unimportant dues
You will want (if anything)
to pick up the phone
and (to no one in particular) call
and take a taxi beneath the moon
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bfGff4Do-J4
Colm Feb 2021
Like the dark cold which seeps
Through the base edges of the windowsill
Quietly and without self control
Or even the willingness to be instilled

So you seep through me like winters thaw
My bones alive with heat

And here with just the brushing glance where I thought I was safe
You seep
Colm Feb 2021
Cold coffee settles me
And stirs the morning into dew
In a warm body
Colm Feb 2021
You don't see me when
I cry, or spill over, you
see me when it rains
Colm Feb 2021
you can leave (and away) any ordinary day
but you can’t always come back and walk
down this particular way
again
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