to make our lives
memorable and important
to assuage us with its
vanities and the warmth
of its enclosures that
there can be only one being
which is not a swarm
but a whole summer’s
heat come to rest
in an empty trellis
that what rots in the head
ferments in the heart
goes rancid in the gut
I’ve made lists of everything
double-checked the details
it all comes out as poetry says
but still something’s missing
something’s still longed for
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