I smile and smile to numerous curves
in nature watery edges and ridge lines
shapes of brand new continents a
flowery figure on a dime whose
numeral I never count
A delicate elegance that eyes
divide, the dividend in unstable halves
Moon calves, and ocean calls
in the heat our tears run, it runs
Across a flapping paper, the Book, I behold
a stamp so light in a lighted-life
Wild,
Wildly
Curves have torn those pieces hard but still we knew nothing
And so I run
Milk and honey on my feet
to the kissing mouths
Scissoring language bursting in my mouth,
I feel the weight of things I can not throw
And to thee how can I frown
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