Poetry appreciation time (or Proof of Theo's secret literary yearnings)

My smile does not preclude my questions;

sacred or numinous.

And staining my lips I do not forget that

what is there over when.

Explanations will not cause my eyes to diminish in size

or observation.

Clarity does not require sacrifice.

Cotton will not replace heat.

Never beyond your comprehension


already something other.

Do not seek this transience. The day is waiting.