As a child, I went to extremes.
Are you listening, are you listing?
The constructions we know of
holiness and madness converged
only later. Ambulances are cradled
and dolls go to war for the same
reason the word elegy appears
so often in poems. There are places
where shaking is expected, loss is
assumed. You and everyone should
applaud my labored nonchalance!
Luckily I happen to know that
coyotes love cemeteries and vertigo
onset is typical in such a clean gallery.
This is the part of every night
you honor the years you had person
permanence. But of course stillwater is
only still internally, and still moves
when a tire is passed across it and back.
Pagodas assimilate like peninsulas,
who have all gone agnostic, switching
prison cells. When did the world turn
color? As a child, you went to extremes.
With our proudest discretion we bleed
what we idolize, we cannot know.
And then meet that wonder of irritation.
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