i’m amused, amazed by your solitary heart
from which my memory and forgetfulnessflow into mine as a sacred gift and a trust
i need to employ in all my wakefulness
i’m baffled, bemused by those contrary
elements
operating within me simultaneously to
embrace and rejectyou the prime source for my holding tight and the negate
of your negating my negations of you, your rudiments
i’m certain, confident in your inclination
for plural
ways of dealing with color and creed, both in
multipleand i will find special favor among yours, not unequal
among the other, affirming that mine is never too little
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