2081: Expanding

These slowing echo days
of regular words – Let us
broaden our language – I
will put away tired verbs
& cut-back lines of verse –
[my honesty falters here –
it isn’t my fault – my faith
is abraded] – You’ll lie on
my bed & see my view – I
sleep alone now – breath
is mine – heat is from me –
there sit less notes in my
margins – marks enlisted
to count against me [now
hear me again – I restate]
& let us swell our domain

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