All this talk by a tunnel
of kid gloves and landmines went underground.
You were communicable my limbs
in sequels and spoofs, commemoration my organs
with friends lost, whose names like patientsβ names.
Our clumped crave stirs and how
when unwound, as with DNA, it sweetly wounds us.
Wish in the front locale, you said, is count misplaced
or no hope at all. But I assert, in my dreams I reverie,
in my dreams I do not hope.
Where were you when was I? Counting down
the decades in behalf of the prize as casualty of our anterior to war.
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