I do not need to compose anything about you…
There are so many descriptions of the same theme
where you are expressed in varying degrees of dissection
yet an example of…
I will not pretend to know your knowledge…
There are so many competing ways
which are all reacting to the same ‘model’?
as a gift
they are shared
as soft screams
I will not be stolen by our brutality
which grieves in silence of its learned dejected shame
gone, only when reached by that recognition
loaded with all that is hurtful, instead of asking why…
‘ruined’ by handling the deadliest, the begrudge of wonderings …
Which completely loves you?
Is not that the ‘Universe’ speaking?