night's a game played by lover's long distance she won't heel
the word cut down its backbending sense nor wake
its caring feet over the side hill longing
and this way
you spend your hours worrying the long cruise daring its rift
the sun cracking open the yellow sky fever the sudden dozen death
of men and their pyrning these hawks shutter air burn its delta patrol
its memory slackened by the feel of gods and their returning but
not those mythogrammatical maniacs rubbing wheels
if your skin is this way then how much more can it bear
the strain of this paw shuddering from the amble
do things
dare take back their ominous warning
auspicious gulf
none replies the kettle drum barking nor hear its cadence across acorns
its' the woman foot kick back in the sidewalk coach boots her
between each breath between each capture foreseen
if your hand sees this touch the spare point along its fountain capacious
as the unexpected factory's host her guest makes everything appear real
not a frightened cake but the kind soul of wheat tarring its choice piece
of love and its far fate
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