So when he sat down
to his tea - fold the book -
he dribbled a little milk
watch it swirl in

glance the page
and see the form
of the poem

one sip
let it drip down
the throat

drink in the poem
warm sweet bitter
all at once

animate me
breath me life

dance these
shadows

flow to
the sun

truth lies in the hand
raise it palm up

puff

float on the air
lay on the lashes
wash to clean

aah, I see clear

tell me
when it hurts
is it still

write a song
stand it in a group
over there
put it in its place

no thank you
I will stand alone
cold and desolate

I will control you
how you sound
what you feel
you are mine

I would rather die
whither away
than be not me

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here lies
a quiet song
never heard

I am nothing
no
turn your head
I'm still not there

cup sitting
coffee steam swirl
meet the sunbeam

joyful dance