Confused. Remember when it seemed to matter
what we thought or did? I hear the television
mumble in the darkness, I hear the loneliness
of cows and clouds. Disoriented by
the mists of morning, I can't make a picture
as brilliant as her, I can't remove myself
from this irrational love. Remember when
it seemed to be so easy? I can't think
about her skin, about her words without
desire overtaking me. Lines of flowers
populate the sky like birds and pitches
dance in the fragrant grass. O love mediate
my self and others! Make me not a self
that needs a meaning, make me meaningless.
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