Something
But what was this
Thing
Something
That thing that brought
(Or was it bought)
Terrific (if I may)
Spring things
Winter things
Those (if I may)
Lingerlings
Martian and clawed
Bulging brain-vein things
Gone
Now
Nothing but flame
Chest flamb
Tasty
(Finally tasting)
Tear vacuuming
Rebuding things
So found
So fond
But this thing
Something
Simple
Too simple for
Ground bound
Shriveling soul things
Thing
O thing
I see
Now see infraredly
Past endful
Soul solo flight
Because now I look
(When once unwantingly)
At empty super hero sheets
Partnerless Guy Lombardo
Dance hall feet
And see your
Bloodless
Holed
Whole feet
Your hands
Embracing countless
Sets of lively hands
And dancing,
Dancing mothers,
Dancing fathers,
Daughters, sons,
Soulful,
Graceful,
A mean meek
Cheek to cheek
"Too Many Years and Then . . ." an intriguing dance of words and deep thoughts. A poetic grand.
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU