Polyvocal
for
various socially mobile
shepherds,
steersmen, and sailors
in
satirical mood, in drag for women's roles
If we were familiar,
cloned of each other --
But we are not,
speaking rhetorically,
knowing the fear of chaos
in which we live.
It would not be so
rewarding
as fantasised,
a fondant dream
not fondness.
Gooey as we both are
when we are talking,
we do not take off
but tack and copy,
stuck where we are
to our papers, and dream of
flying
in which we do not believe
We imitate each other,
sweet in our isolation,
feeding each other with
feared words;
leaving the risks of romance
to silence when we've rung
off
Might as well put faith
in reflections, muddling
excitement and creativity
or a fire with the warmth
it gives.
Peers demonstrate their
liberty
in very small spaces,
in their limited Arcadia,
pursuing pursuant bare
necessities.
Beyond one's property
propriety matters,
to avoid guns
The individual standing out
lets the world move yet
against him:
political animals --
and this flatters men --
devour one's idiolect.
One breaks fast.
Hercules sucks yoghurt
and acts cagey
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