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Thatis whatit
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Charm

    My mother arrives eveningtime
    My father b*gins before my day
    My sister at hours away to close
    My brother openly likes a mirror

    My sister at hours away to close
    My father begins before my day
    My mother arrives eveningtime
    My brother openly likes a mirror

Maariv

In the early morning rage
a helpless quest
for ill-contorted shoes

In the daily afternoon wage
lunge and recoil
at tied time bound to lose

In the often night of age
uneasy excursions
(psst—“snooze that stays the snooze”)

In the praying midnight tolls
a semi-smile believed in
the beauty of the muse

For Most In My Thought

For most in my thought,
in my thought-stream’s
little splashes, no pads
of
semi-permanence lie in wait,
afloat.

For most in my dream’s life,
in my went years
seen scaling up skies,
I
have not substance to match
with wavering image.

For you, on one end of love’s radii
permanence,
of physics and company
burrowing through
the
heart-set sense of reconciliatory
understanding,

for you
what I have is yours alone,
except
when mine,
and still in the original.