Know
you are my child, ethereal presence of my
soul in iron bars
wiggling your toes freeing the air that
suffocates me I
languish
now as then wondering at
the code that you are Morse
or is it esoteric communications from
the beyond, crop circles
question: Are you a crop circle? as I
decipher
the indecipherable non-movement non-gesticulation non-ness of
you
fearful of commitment? never committed, so
never failed, felon
not of love but of not-loving, have you
suffered
just enough to
sense I am the code, broken, read
my eyes, know, I
love
you, love
yourself
love me

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