for rhythmarionettes. what new years for you,

new emotions, sun conjunct forest, fear

is for me. fear, clairvoyant but not—our year

of silk in our dna. be true not to me—be true,

for your judges, for sleepth into deapth. die how

you need to die. you are oak and ice, four-thrice

the treasures you’d die with, you’d cover your face,

alexander. you’d take a drink of necklace. frown.

for whatever we don’t touch but can, we won’t

see. and whatever we love but can’t, we

bring it to our death. i bring you to me

were you not behind me, summering—don’t

be meaningful, meaning’s morning star

you star however far away from me to you are.