There is a crackle of cognition,
neural rivers run wild with light,
open eyes at once identify
here amid the wheres ready for
the drowning all around. You
the story from root to crown,
the amble on from stone to star.
Pretty like a witness
smiling to slow the time,
knowing only the past tense
once the notion mounts the gate.
Maybe the words burst
all the senses in one dash—
starlings in the crosswinds,
sparrow stippled heavens—
every wing at once. Maybe
they slow as you approach
fear or fascination the thusness
you hustle with your cards held close.
The savored pronunciation,
the hinted allusion chosen
the heart of your arsenal
the murder of your every darling
lingering in each I love you
these letters read aloud.
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