How we long to speak and yet we’re dumb
Fearing we shall sound like ignorant fools
Waiting for our first communion
When will we feel safe, not quiet nor numb?
Alexithmyic,affectless,how cruel
How we long to speak, why are we dumb?
How we odd ones value every crumb
How we want to learn , to use our tools
Waiting for our first communion
By the weight of politics undone
This was never taught in any school
How we long to speak, why are we dumb?
Economic miracle,. God’s come!
No log like this was ever made for Yule
Nor for our own first communion
Stay away from Logic and George Boole
Poetic life needs metaphors not rules
How we long to speak, why are we dumb
Struggling for the lost communion
Loose in the hopes of dread...
Oh, my own lover!
He was such a bold flirt;
with his love unclaimed,
he could recite George Boole
he was one of the old Cool.
He never reached his goal.
so with my bling and some flair
I hoped he'd open the enchanted bud
To the music of his lyre.
I'll pray this for him:
t hat he should find what he wreaks
and write it down with a stylus.
Really he is the allurement of angels
He was my epiphany
Make it up, as the clocks clang..
It's not really you...it's just an affliction.
I can do nothing for my calves
It's because of all the punning I did once.
I can't even lump a stone over a wall now.
My arms are as weak as Trojans.
I never suffer viruses to be declassified.
Like I said,just wink and say a prayer..
In God we dare.
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