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Turvey Topsy

I want to rub you up the right way
I want to put a shot across your stern.
I'll wait until it rains and then make hay,
My bridges all are steel and shall not burn.

These inverted phrases weave a past intent -
To look back in blessing of our yet to be:
You'll see me like Impatience on a Monument*,
To set my sight beyond the wood - to see one special tree.

Then delve in sky to find your roots
To make your fallen leaves breathe green anew.
And know: untasted are the finest fruits -
And only words that make no sense, are true.

And so I end begin this noteless pointless song;
I have objectives to unmeet, things not to do.
I have lost all sense of right and left and wrong.
There is only one truth I know, Love.
And that is always…


Me


You thought I was going to write You didn't you? -
Well it should be of course,
But it's funnier as it is I think.

And more in line with the whole nature
Of the poem if you can call it that. But anyway it's for you, if you see
What I mean, so although
The last word is Me
(and don't read anything into that phrase please)
it's probably You.
Probably.

Well it's definitely not Me
Although I know that's what I wrote.
I don't like me very much.
As you know.

Oh, never mind.. It's whatever you want it to be..

Love,
Me.

Or is that
Love
Me
?

We
Might never know.

*from Act II, scene 4 of Shakespeare's Twelfth Night. Viola's speech to Orsino, the Duke of Illyria, 'She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.'

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