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in A university classroom a Woman rolls her eyes they fall on the Arguing tiles stuffed with worDs, they esCape like mUSic, like trees leafing through lecTured yawns we are uNable to uNlearn Says a Friend and Unroots.

       I slowly consider the fast past    Presenting itself, Take three steps Long for my self: one is a witch that brews love portions from the drops of a rosemary sky.    One is a clock that times the sounds as they world up in a pop. One is the curious eyes of an elephant man, me.

We speak a different language- yours makes sense of laughter while mine Attempts to highlight moments before they're gone     yet When we wish to communicate, it's the foreign language we choose, where I know little and you even less- it's there that we make our contact, it's there that we choose as a meeting place. This English is too strange a place- lets choose somewhere that has more shade...

Don't go too far to find yourself whole when you get back.

serenity resides within, in maturing letters, growing but unfelt. attaching itself to you as the skin of your innocence peels off crumb by crumb, at your mornings' end. You can be serene                 in your choice.

circle There is no other half that will complete you out there. There is no beach in front of which, to and fro, sail boats unmanned, lit with a weak, feeble light, On each a human being, his mouth curved in a smile if you approach.

a light in the fog the pair of eyes that sought you like flashlights on a river of fog is no more; and the light that radiates from inside you shows only the great darkness. There is no sound or smell or touch. Only a feeling of a shadow moving under the cloak of darkness. And as if the idea is concealed, shrouded- you look only at your surrounding.

Second peek: Love My love of you is new, untarnished, that's not gotten used to by your years or mine. and your flower that unfolds        its petals opens your eyes to a peek of joy.

twisted bars of language separate between us like a screen of water. You, in your dark cave, your voice not reaching through the watery noise and I my hand outstretched like an innocent, smiling glance in an attempt to neutralize the waters' acidity. we're not naive- gallons of water fell between us, terrible, strong and honor-braking and you are old and so am I. However, like our predecessors we have hope that the next generation would succeed should we fail.