Tip-Toes
and I forgot reading love in the diagrams
like constructing great space ships
we fear it’ll never finish
and so
lancing us into the stars
though how rich life is
in every petal
even over the screen of imagination’s furnace
burning in roman-candled air-raids
forcing the power of our own love in front of us
as the only real and almighty staggering truth
as sought in tip-toes
for poetry is tip-toes
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