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so unfocus my eyes. I want to see you dancing in the oscillation of shapes feathering into one and all, into me and I catch between where are my limbs? where are the bounds of me? together we know. to see what you see is to weigh the crown of my head against the cavern of your chest. is to know.

studying the hue of the green. summer lee drive, you whisk me away, straight away from the first row and stained-glass sunday morning. hearing your breath. they are captivating and lovely, chairs from the evergreen room. caught up - caught up with you -- so much rest. so much rest. deep purple glow. hallways of the mystics. firewheel, alone with you, bookstore and paper cup of coffee. fully know, as -- as fully known. string of pearls, pottery and soil -- you and I both, seeing the beginning from the end.

you are a jay-friend. welcome. I heard you in the heather, your frail song feathering into me -- no, not frail, something tender-like, -- from before time, I do believe, not as blue as the ones I know, but I know you. there's a gray on you, the same as the one on megan's cat. coal and ash in the dusk. same collar and tail as the blue, but no crown on your head. it's the song that makes me know you, before the gray or the blue. it gets between my shoulder blades and rattles there, a hum lifting me, sending me -- who knows where? you know where. you came from there. robbie calls it an ache; I tried the word "helpless" -- neither one fits;  it fits in neither one. a limpness in the limbs, maybe. this is a fierce kind of poem. you know what it's like to be free. christ knows what it's like to be me.

the very fabric of our life. what is it, love? the transcending stuff is, of course, astounding -- but I only want to transcend into love, into you. to recognize it as such, receive it as such, in the innermost me. to respond with my heart, yes. entirely.