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5

I hear panting through the walls.
A moan distinctly not known.

In every silence, a smack-a kiss.
Who is the mistress whom sighs in my home?

You are welcome and wanted
-but not by me-alone.

Lastly a gasp & murmurers in-discerned.
Leaving me with you, unanswered.

Are you anyone I could ever call my own?

4

4
The materialist get more material
The dreamer gets more dreams
Who is it really?
With the greater lack of love?

I hope I could be right & wrong
Unupset.- I rather think.
How is it the answer is so far from the proof?

The materialist has too much fear
The dreamer not enough
fleeing from one to the other
an object, then an obsession

Neither of their paws succeed
Each catching, something different from their mark.

3

Unasleep- I listened
To the sharp patterned rehearsal of birdsong.
Interrupted, now again, by engines

Each one roars until i wake
From empty blinks of sleep.
Too short for dreams
but enough-

To witness the violet sunrise.

2

Without anything to do. - I dont
Letting the noise in the air speak first.

Without a gunshot-I watch
A magazine of speeding bullets filing by.
Arms extended from traincars -Wave

-All i can do is complain
And worst of all i know it-

It was different when we were young

Now-I toss out the bath water
Routinely before taking the bath.

Then-Id let some invented boat sail
Never wishing It'd make its way upstream.

1-

How can I complain?
When I have wished for whats before me?
What I have feared, so quickly appeared.
I never noticed how it ran
-right through me.

Where are you? Why are you here?
I gave a good long look
Well after you had vanished
and often called, fully knowing
that you could not hear.

I witnessed the change
the dimming of a light that filled the room
the paling of white walls

I cant even hear myself thinking
In the loudness of your laughter

Daffodil