I want you more than I can currently say,
Literally, I do not know how to say
in this dimension I hear, do, know
nothing but my place on the line

Treat everything in terms of its relationships
then it all looks to be made of the same stuff
why not know what’s a few leaps ahead?
I guess you should know—

Maybe (a point) would bleed, feel splendid as silk,
But why weight a blooming tendril
Which has been there since forever just now zoomed
enough to see? Can’t you curl toward another infinity?

I don’t think anyone remembers the language, but if you touch me
I’ll stop thinking, and everyone is fluent in that.