You Kid
The first concern: mysterious babies.
Please let's turn to a new perplexion:
the emergence of the grown-up things.
Alzheimer's, or catching rabies?
Faint, like changing fashion bouts?
or a sudden busting-at-the-gut.
Lazy clouds plumping up
or a piñata thundercloud bottoming out?
Consider this working theory of mine:
the great, petrified, adult spine
evolves on eons of childish pining;
horses rue the portly giraffe.
Or - it is a soundless exchange;
we enter blind the portal of sleep.
Slippers, oblivious, on welcome heat:
two charring wisps in an innocent furnace…
You told me, once, that sheep dream of people-
people dream of sheep and fences in a giant
dance like the earth and sun and years, be patient,
count one-two-three (fall asleep).
But I continue to burst from cakes
for my own overgrown sakes-
to breath the knowledge of wishes.
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