Double ft. Singing Bowl

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Could I create a dream for you ..
Create, singe like a white cloth on the burner
climbing behind you, entropy climbing up
with every fiber tensed.

I'd work with my hands.
Might such a time unwind on the sill
as my wrist might turn in mind
alone, stepping softly in the bedroom.

The time we have now cannot take it
any more splashes, no more whales.
We wait in cars before movements
up our street, those mean canals.

And when we return
poking in from folds of strange fabric
kept on the top corner shelf
in a room your double keeps low, hum low.
Hum low ..

To insist on the end
and to persist past those regular highways
we load with hardness of supposed on
hardware, rain on the off-world.

I guess I'd ask honestly
if you were the one made so beautiful.
.. yes, so honest.

hum low ..