maybe i'll go
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; go all hard and wiggly
 when the bread of earth is suffocated 
perfectly the surly bending twig,
my follicle of sheathing mortar
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; and you.ll be soundly
quiet too
and you,ll love me more than god
and maybe
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; together
our softs will blunder
irrevocably against the sun
who's on our in's
our outs
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; and stapled on the supple
tweed of grass and laughter
(our fingers in the earth
&nbsp;&nbsp;the righteous
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; who think with hearts
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; of copper vermilion hush
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; ) i'
ll&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; call you heaven
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;and you;ll just
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maybe i'll go

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tatiana-cody

So beautifully rhythmic. The sound of the word is just as important as its meaning. And such an interesting shape! I love this. =]

removed.-brgv

"our softs will blunder
irrevocably against the sun
who's on our in's
our outs
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; and stapled on the supple
tweed of grass and laughter"

Musical and highly evocative. Enjoyable from start to finish. Particularly the ending, which gave me the impression of plunging down a large well, as love itself (and thus what I assume the meaning of the poem to be) often does