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Where would I be without your poetic closings?
Delete, delete, delete.
Where would I be without your ear--
That listens so intently through the shrillness?

I trust it is the truth--
Floating in the liminal.
I reach out to him--to you
Yet cannot speak a word of it.

In the imaginal, you are there.
Backspace, backspace, backspace.
In a dream--unabridged
Obscured when the light writhes in.

I question the happenings
the intensity and gatherings
--la coeur de lion
Return, return, return.

Wistful

An epistolary exchange
Highlights my ever waking day.
And sends me into reverie
Musings of wholeness, conviviality--
When held as comfortably as can be.

Betwixt then, now, and futurity
Unknown the heart's capacities.
To draw him near to me
Fashioned and foolhardy fantasies.
And yet I cannot let it leave