(inspired by Shane McCrae's collection of poems "Mule")
There are things things things I cannot tell you
There are things things things I cannot tell you
I cannot tell you                                things    like         /Fear     
cannot bare        Fear yes fear      fear is    frozen
I listen to your words     gifts       behind glass
But I listen           cannot  touch    listen
Frozen words    
Listen to gifts     burned from lips
I cannot have you            but         it doesn’t matter
You are real        my          muse.
 
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