She knows…my deepest
And there is so much I’ve yet to learn
Protect plan project
Perfect paphian visions of Zion keep zealous and stern
Disinfect, disconnect, reject…
Stick to the plan,
She’s in no need for a man
To make her wholly , or holy.
But Doe she?
Know…No
I wanted (Id) to hang the moon?
She, her as is, is my north star
did we fail and fall (together and away) too soon
Now only Now, and Now again, Now again…I know I’m way too far
Gone, but
To have her happy
Kiss touch hold her again if only her hand
No quest for Palamedes…Iam certainly he, and she my Isuelt
But desired yes
Barely but yes Do I?
Remember?
Her wrapped in brown
And sheets of cotton
And I her clown
Her heart not mine, but almost gotten, dam it almost… she used to look at me with love.
But not enough to make us we
In Fortified and fastidious
That’s how she has to be.
Conceived peerless and pure
And me less than chivalrous chagrin
Now weeks months days minutes hours… now I’m so damned sure
Typical, typical typical ME
Will I Can I please ever?
Just find a thought, one thought of anyone else?
Proving her quality
Not her aim
Bright as she is, she lacks that polity
Now Now Now Now Now and now again all the others are simply the same
Size cut hair style, their smiles wash blank on empty visage…
Not her.
