Just Wait for Me

You sure make one of the manuscripts improve
You give it breath room, fast breathing
Heavy hands, light fingers,
How is it your hands

How is it your hands are thus
How is it young sunlight anymore
When how long are we here
Comes to the foreground

Forehand forehead forenoon
All my centers have been fielded
You have placed me
You are field

I trance across the lake
I see you every mirror cast across
I tremble thus I let you fathom
What I fathom is (unfathomable)


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