Diurnal Worries

I Open your arms to one who greets you—open & close— close & open— night becomes morning— morning becomes day— day endures descent into darkness until night reclaims what cannot stay—

II Let my possible Inhabit your inhibitions— As my words free What your closed hands hold— Let my want fill your need— Your abundance beg my hunger To satisfaction—my poverty Earn your riches—hidden In the folds of the robe I open To touch the fruit of the future We bury deep in the un-chosen We create by the patient friction We manufacture—piston & manifold—mortar & Pestle—dream & delusion— In the disaster of attraction We marry and deny—

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