four reasons
(a zillion per diem questions)
to place foot upon darkened floor
and have the other follow it,
and to find the steel to make
wine from innuendos.
the flailing and railing of
of eight embryonic fists,
with wise blood of time coursing
through infinitesimal passages.
soprano, tenor, alto chorus,
in answering, echoes with
"Sometimes, it causes me to tremble..."
hereditary prows; upturned or pointy,
scenting out beacons, ever-sailing
salty, spraying, seasonal seas...
with heaps of potential
to helm vast enterprises.
so astonishing in presence!
like massive mysteries
stowed away in shoeboxes,
or behemoths living in teaspoons.
none has any idea
how i've loved you altogether...
all since you were nought but rumors.
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