Here – a fear of beauty – old

Here – a fear of beauty – old
knowledge scares me – still!

A reminder in passed hours
will crawl across my filters –

it had clammed for a week/
Until we see [without being

blinded] – I will spy her ugly
shadows laid on my wake – I

will look for spilt intimacies
[that will not fuck me [once

more] – which’ll fit my eyes
with ugliness following me]