I’d aimed to be
a ME-ist
when He
called me high
beneath a rise
where strength grows on peony petals
breaking through
The rock
radical love
a shock;
stock ME-istism
rocked —
chinked by pink
and powder
what will
make the sage
stand still —
I know that’s
when He speaks;
toppling olympus
wresting Me from isms
bare; I saw Me in His basket
patently
picked on
purpose
Dig me………………
no
.
deeper,
darling
My best is kept
by cover
in quiet
Dirtformed;
Informed…
what shape the sun
should
hue me
what scent the rain should
gild
me
what love
the air
should
Grow. ME.
what
given —
mY
best me
hidden
To see:
Dig
Me, deeper
+Keeper
It is concluded:
I
shall
touch
though your incognizance
will render its
immediacy
moot
immediacy
not
permanence
hallowed
for this moment
only
Freedom —
you are
the cruelest captor
deft confining;
sweet fondness
binding
savagely;
how
do I Defy
untied
no ultimata
no terms pro rata
to impugn
Irately;
so sedately
sure
your hold
Secure
:
when smiling
what constitutes
a plea
amidst the free
my sentence is immutable
I’d aimed to be
a ME-ist
when He
called me high
beneath a rise
where strength grows on peony petals
breaking through
The rock
radical love
a shock;
stock ME-istism
rocked —
chinked by pink
and powder
what will
make the sage
stand still —
I know that’s
when He speaks;
toppling olympus
wresting Me from isms
bare; I saw Me in His basket
patently
picked on
purpose
He believes
in me;
eyes
wider than mine
for me; unsettles —
smiles
when he speaks of it
now,
how Facility
found
fragility
remains to be seen
but joy convinced green
when he
leaned
in
;
weighty
greatly
taken with
One man’s
treasure
sweet
comes
in flavors; invented
Before
palates
predating sugar
and honey Too
virtue
infusions
round Your hue
notes of poise imbued
Ne’er will
epicure’s
dearth
in matter-mirth
skew
how i
savor
you
t’was me who posed
the question
with no capacity
for
the answer
that came on unshod feet
miracle unaquired; the gates
were sturdy
t’was my idea
the hand of power
crushed not this trembling
frailty
known intimately from the
position of low
HELD
not crushed
covered
not choking
on reckless words of refusal
to bow
not to bow from
low
Dignity’s
indignity
confused
Major
Minor
the not to bow from low canon
implodes
Hand-harbored
Touch; the
Crush
on
clemency
Power
in vulnerability casts
suspicion whereby
defective impressions
progress:::pretention propagates low
persistently
HELD
held off held on held out in
hope of love logic
illogical; maneuver
on ever nerve-centered
tender drenched potence
sense
infinite requirements:
this know
foreclose
the
touch, the
bow; the
clasp; the
hand of power
finally
grasped
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