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Saturday, May 27, 2006
Mould Yourself
If I’ve ever tried to mould your mind...
Then I’ve been wrong...
But my bad tuning
Never can excuse the
Disharmonic shrillness spoiling sweet-to-sad
In your own song.
Mould yourself...my Darling...
Not something I can do...
And when you’re good and done...
Come...let me tell you
Just...what shape...you’re in...
True...if I could mould myself...complete...correct...
I’d not invade...that sanctity...of your...free space...
But can you...fill it?...
Melt down...accept...the entirety...of your...given face?
No half-half, Baby...whole for one...
Can’t cool in the shade...and worship the sun...
Go ahead...
Craft that mould...alone...
Maybe...one day...we’ll both...work it well...
Cast-may-touch-to-cast...again...
All I know is...I’ve loved your mould...from the day...
I was born...
© Lou Sid Linesman, 2006. All Rights Reserved.
