A Trois
When we sing, we sing left
and pull right. This isosceles love
swings its legs like hands
on a clock, snaps like a gator jaw,
acutely hinged on the greater than & the equal two.
When we love, you love, you love,
you love. When we sing
and are silent; burn; turn your back and hide your eyes.
Exuent
Jeremy: this peice is absolutely phenomenal. the aloha project should continue when poetry month ends.
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