personified/exegesis.

how could you have loved me there
where i was felled on all fours--
no thanks for the attentively af-
fectionate, sometimes, as in this
case who kept the keys & reported

so, so drawling slow threefold, a
portrait that hanging shines, and
i have to know and learn, growing
that i am worth it.. lo & behold-
er that roots in the groundations

of grief and healing, masterhood,
and the flying that results: when
i build me anew in the shape that
was traced by your kisses further
confess to all of us love's true;

oh heavy-headed animal who's been
led by the muzzle, treading water
for the sake of a light thing yes
god you were always illustrious--
dree your weird ever generous yet

lit-upon-castling, throat remains
indescribably good and my stories
are also appalling.. a surrealist
and a dada walk into a bar: žižek
the infinities palmed and opening

the moth, holding the cups, given
blacked the board decline again &
really won't happen, my mind's in
the gutter but honestly i feel as
if i make sense, belonging there.