in mono played and placed

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