One moment is enough
for one word
and what you say to me of
lists and gangling fences
corral my self tight tethered
Brick-fast
plastered to embankments
blasted by winds of words
cast in careless timetales
microwaved in mindless
microclimates
One moment is enough
for one word
and what you say to me of
tesselating glances married
unto bright and outlined funneled
braces
folding outer arms and basements
heated by a tender covering
shaped by silent potter's tension
cut loose and visited by
daily uses.
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