slip

and in the peaceable

kingdom not the

porcelain

curved round your

 

waist

but the slip

between your lips

and your words

 

in the propinquity

that will become your

conscious

decision

 

I play

randomly

assigned and

assuaged

 

and over the

seer sighs

for the foundlings

that finger

 

your hem, you see

further than they

or I

do either