There's something

in your presence

the atomic

alarm clocks

and danger

signals

that say,

if looking

could kill then

come Hither;

and the sirens

of the Heart

pour straight

into your ear;

maybe its

the wind....

in the gears

of the mechanism

stuck and struck

at think O'gain!

And looking back,

there's acceptance

in sound silence...

a tolerance

in the arms

to be tested

and filled so

we'll search...

for the lopsided

that was dropped

and left behind

in the 'bods

buried at the

draw bridge

where shadows

dig

through

old signposts

and detours

that have led

to this import...

at which you stand

holding the starting

gun with ready

set ejected,

and waving

in said direction--

On ward!

for the

I-don't-knowing

that will keep us

trying to find

for you,

the right

wording.

05.07.2023

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