“you’re shouting,” you said, 
“but not with words” 
i didn’t understand —- 

for tone and gesture 
meant a world — 
unspoken and unplanned —

the silhouettes of 
who we were — 
still hovering nearby 

while i, the ancient 
artifact, 
had how’s, but still no 

why

it isn't what we mean, it's how we feel: 
this crowd, this life, this immortality 
is more than a collective - it's alive 
with more than supernova powered light; 

and we -- we do not harm, we merely are: 
and you -- you do not know, and cannot know 
the things here needful, requisite for hope. 
so have fun beeing poor, since that's your choice. 

we dance here with the healthy scorn of queens 
and kings upon the peasantry outside; 
we dine here on the blood and sweat of those 
who once believed it possible for them 

  to come into this place, and be a part -- 
  but we won't have what isn't ours in here

She whispered her frustration 
I understood and knew 
That many steps means many falls 
Of every shape and kind 

But in her resignation 
I saw there shining through 
A sunray and a sudden pulse 
And joy at top of mind

her haptotropic shoulders 
her haurient intrigue 
hebdomadally happening 
in our henotic league 

the hericide of what was love 
our hibernaculum -- 
a long humicubation 
more harried than 

humdrum

all these cards through many seasons 
words of love and hope and wonder 
sitting propped up on a dresser 
birthdays, parent's days and all the 

wedding days we celebrated 
anniversaries in dining 
out to places dressed and ready 
for another day of marking 

and remarking on the common 
and the extraordinary 
passing of the times of loving 
that have come and yet are coming 

colors shaped and forms bright-colored 
meaningless to others maybe 
but conveying endless somethings 
no one other knows or could know

She wanted him royal, 
He wanted her real, 
Neither one knowing 
Just how to feel 

About the chatter, 
And stone gray days, 
That never left them 

Anyways

The context never spoken 
Nor lightly yet outlined, 
Means no bond need be broken, 
Nor distant points be splined; 

The sweet and savory can each 
Be different, yet aligned -- 
The way donuts and pizza 
Were surely, once 

Designed