5.5.09

Answer-phone (5.5.09)

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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