Answer-phone
I left a message on the phone
Left him there and there alone
To keep and speak on my behalf
To communicate because I can't
Wait to try, wait to see,
again
Realise existence, existence
lame
An ever shifting, evolution
Natural perfection, injected, looming
Creeping through the wrinkle lines
Tall, obscuring, making blind,
And so I wait, count and shiver
For cold is the wait
For you to deliver
quiver.
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