Not her

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.