Words
Primal symbols
This and that
From how to when
And back into a cockeyed distance
He lives in single thought
Orders
Can’t tame that beast
On high alert
I say: Code Orange
He stands in place
I speak in tongues to barely
Hear him
But I
I, I said I, I
Love my crazy owl
Howling deep inside
He wears bells on his temples
Lizards in his hands
Sounds like screams
And whispers lost in
Trepid dreams
in love with a schizophrenic
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