PEBBLES FILL VEINS

These arms'd take form
that's not yet theirs to take.
These lips'd press mouth
that may not say those words.

These eyes look for signs
that'll not be erected.
This chest against one
that is locked from my heart.

These desires exist
without a rich culture.
These desires disperse
like rocks in the sea.

These desires might intend
to break a stone heart.
These desires'd grow
like a tree through a stone.

These arms leave the form
that they wouldn't take to suffering.
These lips leave the mouth
that's mute to their call.

These eyes look away
to a mountainous plain.
This heart, against reason,
lets pebbles fill veins.

1997

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Prior poem

Prior that

And prior to THAT

A familiar pattern

And it continues

But all things must end