There is another level
that you do not perceive
where sensibilities beyond yours
register what you do not detect

here at last we find
answers that have eluded us
like just around the corner
flees from our dream pursuit

and i flee from this leaving
of what i have outgrown
or have i out egoed
and its always on Thursday

where the week adds up
not trusting Friday
for keeping it going
we bail and stop

what do i owe you
here in these lines
some explanation of
silliness in time

waves to your passing
time standing in a towel
hands on its hips
waiting for our answer

this is not today
this is not even
foreshadowing
this is a draught

throwing this at you
in your small youth
heart open or corrupt
by soft pain

i don't know
if you learn
if you change
i just write

a step up or down
from passing chunks of dna
passing chunks of
heart

hearts here abandon their day
as hollow leaving them hungry
this is starving this is starving for you
and you starve in another direction

and we all yearn goddamit
elsewhere tilted to do that please
and we  sacrifice
die without

this is left this is right
and the simple
is mystified
and written badly

and i laugh
and i cry
and i left
this moment

looking for assonance
or consonance
or alliteration
or freedom


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