Truth Be

I fall
keyboarded into
a wave wash of
being (overcome).

Night pain
comes on
(I come apart)
from you.

The rain, our place,
each fleck
roughens
momentary
flung small
sentence.

You.
Likely.
Fall.
To me.
For me.
Have fallen.

Meanwhile, I have talked
my way out of my way in,
and you (bequeathing)
leave me partially
imaginatively whole.

The treble hang gives
what I ask,
soft smoke upon your lips.
Soft guide.
Glide.

I mean to overtake
the moon. I several my way
to furniture (your new).
I slow brush up against
the accidental you.

Come home to safety,
angel of my occupation
(heart in smooth
white place),
heart in accidental
almost flower.
I am here.

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