Thee ~

notre innocence

.... as if my statement would explain,
indicate our lost image, the ashes filled with fuel,
my pressing call...the torn intimacy, floating transparent
effort by air, indicates the madness,
this long play of recluse...
.... now our conversation floods these halls,
light scripted of each cast object’s shade,
a median silence raised...once, my jagged fabric
rewoven, unthreaded maintaining
Thee ~
no interloper, you, the statute of my beauty,
shredded the remainder...
.... our love, yes,
our crowned extreme engagement,
but all this time, I, unbedded,
unwedded always...a first clear sight, shared livre
unpaginated, this manuscript, now, our proof,
our object dated...the excavated lost language,
a confused luminous page, but a ~ light extreme
infused by strategy, a different step.
Yes, more
I feel heart, spirit, mind...
.... places we’ll frame, proof,
our innocence,
my first clear sight, you, my other assistance.
_______
Blog, or dog? Who knows. But if you see my lost pup, please ping me!
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my pressing call...the torn intimacy, floating transparent
effort by air, indicates my madness,

Got antidote?
Got Maliase de Noggin.

notre innocence,
....as if my statement would explain


_______
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A
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