Still, life

Anchors are you all;

not entanglements 

ever – and if the

latter am I for

you now, then understanding 

from me is utter-

ly forthcoming in the

circumstances 

that present themselves

and the evident

truth of the evi-

denses revealing thems-

elves mischievo-

usly: I am unable to

measure, this much 

is clear, the wants you

exhibit, and so lose

my

s-

elves too in the cauldrons

of hope that 

you 

are 

for me; that you do 

in-

spire.

But if it were poss 

to reverse the words and

actions I have

so falsely made – that fear and

rejection of weirdly

drawn unknown-

shhh on my ever so

disconcerting 

part – I would 

re-

start with such care and 

life, and all 

the love I could

summon: I would re-

[doff my]cap-

[to your pic]ture

and soul,

and then – maybe! –

giving time and

giving space and

giving room for the race

and the taste you are

and the taste I could become

in your hands and your

soul and your body

and time, 

and the lyric of tongue sung

to curious intelligence, and then

my 

dear

the rhyme we did promise

might re-

turn all our dusted and

dones,

and our [con]-

fusions re-

mind

ed,

and our crazed 

deserting

tarts of ref-

lecture,

as the ones we might

both 

in

deed still want,

ab-

[l]ove 

all.

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