There is no misunderstanding
Of the words that swirl around
My ears burn with remembering
And pause here with daily escaping
The paperback edition still lies
There where I see it daily so often
Waiting for me to complete the end words
Afraid the last pages might unravel
Something I would carry possibly as
E.E. C. did as the sky of the sky flows
Something so large and above words
With a simplicity completely its own
Okay to be an unknown in a full day
To have your smile in rabid thoughts
All your own sneaking a quiet gander
A gilded muse with hidden wings behind
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