I realize your potential, in the becoming of a full,
What we seek inside us soaks--flowers in us pull
The feeling in us carries in the telos of a bending,
Our soft entelechy smooth deep down unending,
Place it gently on a shelf sigh in beauty a la mode
The quiet truth beneath us she waits sheer abode,
That poem was always in you breathe us in again
Unfold me in a making your kind of smile within
Reveal it, slowly woman in the soft shade of voice
Fully merge yourself upon me, be my only choice,
In the great becoming call to call you slowly forth,
Always there in the waiting uncover me in a north
There beneath us in the holy of our hands you rise
What was will be expose us unguise you in a prize
Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 8:55 AM UTC
I realize your potential, in the becoming of a full,
What we seek inside us soaks--flowers in us pull
The feeling in us carries in the telos of a bending,
Our soft entelechy smooth deep down unending,
Place it gently on a shelf sigh in beauty a la mode
The quiet truth beneath us she waits sheer abode,
That poem was always in you breathe us in again
Unfold me in a making your kind of smile within
Reveal it, slowly woman in the soft shade of voice
Fully merge yourself upon me, be my only choice,
In the great becoming call to call you slowly forth,
Always there in the waiting uncover me in a north
There beneath us in the holy of our hands you rise
What was will be expose us unguise you in a prize
In the entelechies of our days, we walk: sometimes in a garden, somewhere in a park, maybe in the rain, lost and in disdain, but always with a thread of meaning that comes back to us in the dark and opens in us a box of memories we have kept hidden that cracks us in the dawn of a new day.
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