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Circ-ly

Circ-ly

come play with me
among the rocks
among the scattered glass
under you and under me
(looking for joyful-seriousness)

::

  closer than skin to me
closer than my skin,
  time  and breath and beat and bone,
        blood and skinny sin.
   twice the man made in my heart,
      reign—sit not stand,
        loose my soul, my strength, my mind
           and yes, my skinny sin sin.
flatten follow, estranged, enlong and
   s  t  r  e  t  c  h     o     u     t     all my limbs
  beat.     dry.     soak.     still.     instead.     instead.
instance.
     well love,
  swell so full
wide and wandering,
            like a desert scene
        an ocean spread any distance
                        distance,
covering. 
               black and brawny,
whole
  and hidden,
                    white noble rich.
  so rich when you
         mumble me,
         mutter me,
         think me,
         wink me,
         mention me like a friend:
don’t slow, stop, go or halt, tumble down
   below.

drawn line, all squiggles, high and low,

don’t slow, stop, go or think; tumble
           down below.

::

and like you do
(and you always do)
catch me in the inbetween
i with you and you with me
in wordlessness and meaning
a verity, a readjusting
making men out of machinery
turning head
turning heart

turning feet

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