This perfection.
The deterioration.
The perfection of this deterioration
Into lasting.
Preened as
I am I can now
Not see inside
And not see pretending
To give in and
What – says.

Listing toward,
Walking as I am,
Partially unable to see what
Here that alien watch,
Look from there, him.

I continued to bring,
To give,
Am now
(I see The Duchess)
not pretending…
I can now resemble
Those paintings.
The delinquents, the international.

I can pretend
I can listen
I can listen thru the end
Laughing. Forsaken by
All others but you.

I can hear something intimate.
This is what I’m saying:
H concludes. Feverishly.
I am here.
I am not to be contained.
To be there, here with you.
You all.
Brilliance.

I couldn’t, can’t stop.

At last –
Existing.
With you perilously close,
Beside me.