OK then let’s open all out hearts
to a world welcoming whatever comes
and after that? oh really, this is so
mysterious
unfigurable & blatant, yeah, a heap of
stones
an outsideness that closes us into the
necessity of fun
here! bouncing about in borrowed clothes we
may be
or splintering in city light or some dappled
glade
that’ll last us until the garrotte grips
& bites
shutting down to engrave our last entoptic patternings
multifarious & formal (like a wave or
dancing bear
oh this is a dear little bit of our universe,
yes?)
if I don’t know any other, please tell me
more
how our shared illusions enmesh & we grow
around
our damaged hearts may heal & hold
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