Is the business
I am in

Maybe
we poets

are in
careful

detonation
of experience

shards of which
we cherish

in rhythm
and rhyme

carving
hearts

from pumpkin
parts

of me
and you

seeds
candles

blade
freeform or pattern

go on
i am

carved
in time

lifted over
myself

i run
to you

in panic
read me

out
of this

protectorate
of strings



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