Me, swains myself,
Before any love
Complicates life..

Inamorata! I swain
Myself! Fervored
By equivalencies!
Ah, how droll,
Circumstances.

(I looked up ‘sex’
In my dictionary, my
Word-visual .jpg,
My contact with earth;
Only a few or several
Meanings there. I looked up
Love, in my to my left-sided dictionary,
Be’love’d, and was glad to see
More than twice the definitions,
And, almost as many synonyms!
I didn’t explicitly measure the length,
Except through my thumb and index
Finger.)

Me, probes myself,
Again, before any past
Complicated living.

What a relief, to know,
I scrim myself! Levered
By equanimities!
Ah, how sad,
Circumstances.

(What are we’fe to do?
I’m thinking we need to rearrange
World alphabets into symbols,
Then syllables, then words of
Communication. I can hardly stand
To read opinions, news or listen to
Life constantly dying, or laughing,
It’s not that simple,
Not even pure, there are always
Opposites. I looked up ‘do’, knowing
It would have substance of evaluation,
And it did, but, 'go'
Had so much more…)

I exaggerate myself, again.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
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