The stars grow larger
Into a beautiful shape
Just like the way
Other things happen
Rushed or needling
Like an angry note
From someone
That’s been drinking
You see what inhibits us
Is this lining of wilderness
Compromise,
How the rest
Of the universe
Seems to float by scientifically
I almost feel sorry for you
Suddenly quiet
After checking the mailbox
A modest and exact play
And I hear I could’ve added
A lifestyle, a detour to the mood
But I am usually quieter
When at my desk
I moved to a dark place
To write this or that
My sole worry is in definition
Lest the words
Lose their heat
And fail to explain
I want them
So we can hold them
Hold them up to the light
Until their unwearing
Until their strings
Become permanent
And until like a sentence
I read you.
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