Yellow, blue, black and gold: “… we will remember; they shall never forget …”

I now truly see your love, and it over-

flows my a-

bil[l]-

ity in debt to the

beautiful game

you have

made and de-

sign-

ed and reg-

is-

t[i]ered [wise-

{ly]-

ing-

ly}, to hold its flood

back and as you attack my de-

hedges with no sitting

on our fences

of this [a]bout or that, you decide me to

leave the green

of envío

us whiles, and move back

to where my love always was

at

the first day I met

you, and that’s where my hat

did go and

sat-

i-

ate your sex as we capped it

all on that day of

deep comforted sofas

and talk of tantric sex-

u-

al[l] activities we just might

silently share in the dark of our

light.

 

And I wish I had noticed how time

did pass by; and I wish I might have seen

in the tears you never shed

for me di-

rect-

ly my [a{m]y}

… and the sadness I always fevered in the

cabins and wagons and carriages

of trains …

… and trails of

thoughts that carried me

here

and forth and back

and there to where in

every moment I breathed and cried

in-

side the inside I wished was

in-

side your inside,

all this time that our sex

was alone,

not [all

one]!

 

And suddenly

I see this play in all its sp[l]end-

[our], and I see who is

there on the side that is mine; and I sorrow

the errors of fact which I made,

and I wonder if apo-

log-

[y] on my

part-

ed soul will suff-

ice quite enough to cool inflamed

sadness, or whether – I see quite

rightly – I must rend some pretty

time to re-

cover the credits of lost friendships that

spin out of or-

bits and bytes of exceptional ands.

 

And if one thing I now

just do really must, it is

to fight and

to battle

to overturn your pain: for mine is already well

under-

stood by my-

s-

elves, and their

i-

mps,

and their multiple creatures of

ingenuity; but yours I fear

still was caused by my

actions – was made by my unableness to em-

brace and support and enter and

hold and kiss and fuck

and tuck into night-

times of soulful ad-

venture and madnesses many of

kindnesses [var-

i-

o{r}-

us] you

freely did give me, like sweets for

any kid; and make up for my heart,

and wrap up for my soul,

and taste on my tongue

against your fabulous hole:

and so

be-

loved

be-

loved,

stolen soul-

mate of B …!

… and do please – my sweetheart and

glorious tune!

make me this favour and

return to my side:

make us complete and

whole once again.

Make the [me-

lo-

{dy]-

ing swansong} of the pain

we’ve en-

dured –

together when apart for so many

year-

nings – become now that well-parked

phoenix of

understanding and love which does

entirely one us

forever!

And the compact and

contract of freedom and liberty: the

agility of s-

here life and your touch and your glance

on my eyes and my gaze as a-

mazed by this labyr-

in-

thine of thriving and divining delish

which does make you a dish

of wonderful secrets I shall

swallow each night

I [pro-

{my-

se]e you} there and here and every

where you lay down your smell and your

telling and your gentle tilling of rooms that enclose

and protect me eternal, like agri-

cultur[e]-

al[l]

foundation

for our tearing

touring

no longer tiring mind’s reality:

for suddenly this seeing

is no sim-

you-

[{fell}a-

(c)tion] but – rather  – the finely inevitable

acceptance of self in the eyes

and the pre-

sents and pre-

sense

of the gifted remembrances

of everything I ever did want of our rock.

 

It is you, dearest beloved.

It is you I do want.

It is you I did want from the day

we did meet.

And if nothing is left me but the battle to

claire – with

the help that community does 

finally achieve in its astonishing

unbelievable

incredible grand-

e-

ur –

your name and

your need and

your dreadful a-

ledged con-

di[e]-

sham, where

beautiful

beautiful

beautiful woman is re-

pla[i]ced so damn fish-

like with gossiped mad

tickboxy injustice, then I shall as-

sure you this now as anything

I ever said: before I am dead,

your being shall be free of all

accusations

that have served only to define the

glory of your being in a space without

trace and yet [ever-

{present]-

(ly}-

ing) weighting.

And the wait of this weighting is

heavy

in-

deed.

So prepare yourself now for the battle of our

lives:

for as we will remember,

they shall never forget.

 

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