Found You!

Hello – hello again! When last you, Accountant, Doctor, Lawyer lost my gift I asked high – Never low – if Cassandra's backups Stood and edited in the sibyls' stead A set of common arguments to match An accumulated sample of my voice.

Bring the mini-scissors. Cut and lose the vine. Trim and bend Along the letter of whatever was said – Wish was meant – and snip snip snip 'til Stitched-up years learn apology's shape Growing to fit the roots I trunk-out, I go Under again as clouds boil to willows.

In this version we're enemies. Not – fifty we're friends (wrathless); Fifty lights shaded by either's fury – Odd but oddly so because look: wash, Wash the poisons and sweat and lend And bitter its potency out to taste and? No honour. Nor enough to die by. Even.

Past all the unmendable series and home-hit curves of life I've wanted nothing so much as I want more, more,mMorem oremorem omrore more more mmore mroeee MOREand Nymphs breed everywhere but in ice: Essences breed nowhere else but see: Tundra: Knowless Land and Winter: Abundant/Existful Land and Fjord: Land/s Rising/Worsening with nihil-/ Hell-/—-ness. Sea: [Null]. Nullarbor:

Land that will not. But can it? Does it never lie? If I could I would so let's thank God I cannot. Find me in Essence for nymph-hour At the Crossworlds of All Ways (Bar Within) and All Lathes – behind you; Beneath Cassandra – among the Bodiless Sibyl's lapsed and reborrowed tonguing Scenting a neck? Bladder? Other tongues?

Diagnosis. Argument. Prescription. A wraithnail signals commands and taps Cassandra's lips. Mutter. Birthsite. Name. Echo. The semaphore of a city of origin Lights you three to a stand of paper-reeds Ribbed by my and the sibyl's fingers. Copy, Copy: See: Cue night. Unwilting. Tasteless.