I've clenched my teeth for so long,
I've carved lamentations into the enamel membranes.
I've been vacant, I've been patient.
Well, I've been buying without payment.
And I am impelled, no, rather IMPALED
by dreams of wires and glass, lurid and transparent
-Lucid but not apparent.
And I am so aware of your very scent,
and of how the clocks harmonize with fruit flies.
Now please, will you open up your eyes!
which are without necessity, always full of surprise.
I saw you pull the air from your wind instruments,
like some humorous and awkward vengeance.
and we danced with gracious spines that twirled and withered like vines-
on drive-way concrete, at night-
abashed and blushing,
when we were hardly touching.
You sure are something.
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