assaulted by the teacup-awakenings
of awe
i should be stretching my fingers
to grab ahold
what’s less of me in the
learning of you?what’s more
of you in the story of me?what’s
the oath i’m owed
for owning me,but
trading to you what
it means to be?
what i’m meant to be,what
am i meant to be?am i
said to be?but
am i sad to be?i know,i know!i
know!i’m me,and
i’m mad to be
as i love as me:you
as i adore as me:you
as i’m a chord of this
tune
as i relate to every move
of every moody moon
in mono played and placed
and traced beneath the evanescent,faced
with every incandescent
see-through strategy
it’s straight to me…looks straight
to me…
but i see the curve now,i see!i see!
so that’s a smile,eh?that
is the arch
that is the barge i’ll
be towed by from now,but
learn i to swim as
you sweep ahead,all
sleek and in my
head(ache and
wed)
suddenly it’s better
than sullen has been
the teacup wakes me to
begin,begin,no
longer begging
the streets for gin,but
beginning to see there is vim,there
is life in looking
at you,looking
twice
and see,and see,the
major key of every chord
needs the lower case
to make more
and move