The Movement

A fabric in me
you do not know
not a victory
to keep a secret
just an unknown
gets nauseous
grey sleep

starlit sky            an entryway
no distance      
freedom for together
is our friend

continual stuff
that's better fixed
when it hasn't nested
become part of you

or an irritating fly
that, sure, you have to swat
but if it isn't going to go
best not let it settle

I could stay with you all day
specks fly across our sight
just after we wake  
crazy moon
yellow amoeba      
iron bedstead

but like the prisoner who re-offends
to get back inside
things happen
which you discover
rather than plan

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