Three Shades Of Simmer

On clavicle,
In cavity,
The weight
Of
This

brevity!

I go
Ghosting
The days
Of summer
In

Bright
FLaShEs!

and

Long,
Hot
Drawls.

Under pressure
Of
Reflection,

I follow

Gravity's

di
re
ct
io
n

Slipped
Circadian

Buzzing
In
The
Centrifuge.

I've become
The
Keeper
Of kisses in my pockets,

Alluded to in the

Tufts
And
Tucks
Of

Smuggled embers

And
The
S l o w
r-e-m-e-m-b-e-r-i-n-g
Of my

!!!&$@
WILDNESS*
@$&!!!

There is a
Wellspring
Knocking
at the door
In the floor-

Kept
To its
Meddling
In the
Cellar,
It
Is
YELLING

Now!

It
Wants
To
Fountain,
Rain,
And
Pour.

It
Wants
To
Polish,
Swirl,
And
River.

It wants to give itself away.

It
Wants
More.