You are thrice mine by means
I can't describe except by plain
words operating on planes and levels
where the best they can do is fall fast
and crash into cryptic and mystic
delicious and listless allegory
- an allsorts mix. Dip a hand
in the bag. It's not licorice!
But whatever you grasping
grab so vigorously
is yours
to consume, there we are.
It's we!
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